"I don't need help," I screamed through the door that was blocking my parents from seeing the state I was in.

"Have you seen yourself recently?" My mother's voice broke halfway through her sentence, and my heart dropped at the sound of her weeping.

Mirrors scared me, because they showed me what I truly looked like. In my mind I was still the same, healthy looking teenage boy, but the mirrors showed me otherwise. They showed me a young man who looked too old for his years with constantly bloodshot eyes and wrinkling skin.

I wasn't Harry anymore.

The alcohol had turned me into some sort of zombie that couldn't survive a single hour without something to numb the thoughts that raced round its mind.

Downing my fifth bottle of beer in an hour, I found myself smiling at the hazy state that I was in. For a brief second, my anger dissipated and my troubles left me. I barely heard the door being pulled off its hinges and my parents rushing into my room, both with faces full of disappointment and fear.

"No locks on the doors," my mother muttered and I nodded sleepily at her, reaching under my bed for another bottle.

"You treat me like I'm at a rehab centre, I can't have any fun around here," my words slurred and mixed together, and I laughed at my incapability to string a sentence together without fumbling.

My parents looked at each other with looks of both concern and guilt plastered on their faces. They were hiding something from me, and this fuelled the anger inside me once again.

"What aren't you telling me?" my voice was already growing louder, my fists ready to ball up, and my fingertips anxious to smash something.

"You need help otherwise soon we'll find you dead in a ditch," my father had always been a straight talking kind of man, "So rehab is exactly where you're going, and I can promise you that it won't be nearly as fun as life here."

What they really meant was that they had given up, just like everyone else did.

So this is the prologue to my new book 'Fix Me' following the lives of two young adults struggling with very different issues that have meant they've found themselves at 'The Summerlea Rehabilitation and Treatment Centre For Young Adults'. Hopefully this will be a really interesting story that explores a realm of things, and that you'll enjoy it.

Warning: this book includes talk about substance abuse, arson, traumatic experiences amongst other things. This isn't your stereotypical happy story and there are bleak moments throughout, however there's a sense of hope throughout which can be uplifting.

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