Zach was 17 when he first got his hands on drugs. He grew up in an orphanage, and at the age of 16, he was "released" into the world with no money, no family, and only a piece of paper confirming his graduation. Before the orphanage, his life was even more difficult. His mother didn't feed him, and his stepfather beat him, so the drugs provided a sense of escape. October. It was cold and wet, with a light rain that seeped into your skin. You had run away from home after another argument. You were sitting on a bench in an abandoned park, hugging your knees and staring at the puddles. Zach appeared out of the darkness.