FreedomAiden woke up, head pounding. He sat up, knowing his efforts to go check for pills would be wasted. He walked to the bathroom, eyes still half shut in a half-asleep state. It used to be custom to do this, to wake up from pain and get some relief. But there was no relief now. He flicked the bathroom light on, closing his eyes more as the light only made his problem worse. Opening the cupboard, he grabbed the small purple and white bottle, knowing he wouldn’t actually take any of it, but every time he wanted relief the temptation was there. He studied it as he did several other times in the week. It had been an addiction, and was an