"I'm sorry, this number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later."

Fuck.

If there was one thing Korra hated more than waiting, it was being hungry and waiting. It was bad enough she had to be here, let alone waiting outside the airport in the rain. Her ride was already over an hour late, and she was contemplating whether or not to catch the earliest flight back.

She sighed heavily, hugging her jacket closer. That son of a bitch better fucking have a good excuse. She checked her watch again, her patience starting to wear thin. Just then, a car roared to a sudden halt in front of her and the window slid down revealing a familiar face.

"Where the fuck were you?"

"Sorry, I had a prior commitment and came as soon as I could." replied Mako sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. Korra raised a brow but didn't press the matter. "So, how was your flight?"

"Oh, you know. It was so much fun." Korra rolled her eyes, emphasizing the sarcasm in her tone. "Sorry..just been a long day and I'm fucking starving."

"It's good to have you back. Everyone's missed you."

Yeah, those fucking letters I got sure made it seem that way.

The drive was quiet for the most part. Mako was concentrating on the road and Korra on the view. The whole situation was awkward enough without having to force small talk. Sure they were childhood friends, but the last time they had seen, or spoken to each other wasn't the most memorable of experiences.

Still, they couldn't throw years of friendship out the window. Whatever their issues, they would put it aside, at least for now. Eventually, Mako pulled up outside their destination and as quickly as the engine turned off, Korra was already out the door.

Definitely hasn't changed.

Once Korra had finished signing in to her suite, as much as she wanted to tell Mako to piss off, she decided against it and invited him up. Her room was spacious, luxurious and modern. The color scheme was shades of gold and cream, with touches of blue and green, just as she had requested.

Mako stood by the door, not wanting to be intrusive even though he was thrilled to have his friend back. He watched as she explored, smiling at how excited she was about the smallest of details. It was like watching a child in a candy store, but much cuter.

"Everything to your liking?"

Korra finally acknowledged his presence and turned to face him.

"It's ok, although the view is a bit shit."

Something about that statement caused the two to start laughing. It was like old times, and Korra's mood from before had finally shifted, much to Mako's relief. There was nothing worse than Korra in a foul mood, especially when directed at you.

"Are you hungry? I was thinking if you weren't so tired we could-"

Korra raised a hand to stop him, "Not tonight. I have to be up early in the morning. Reign check?"

"Sure thing. Call me tomorrow and we'll plan a time."

When he finally shut the door behind him, Korra released a breath she didn't know she was holding. The day's events had taken their toll on her, or maybe it was the jet lag. Either way, food and sleep were the only things on her mind right now and she sure as hell didn't want to think about tomorrow.

I need a fucking drink.

The next day, Korra found herself in a small room. It was purely made for comfort and relaxation, thus the only furniture being a couch, two chairs and an office seat. This is a waste of time. Maybe, but there was no way around it. It was part of her agreement and she had to see it through to the end, even if it killed her.

The door opened and she turned to see a much older woman enter.

"Thank you for waiting. I'm Kya, you're counselor. It's nice to finally meet you."

"Mhm, I'm sure you've heard a lot about me."

Kya smiled sweetly at the girl and sat down in her seat. There was always hostility the first time round, but she could tell the girl wasn't going to make things easy for her to do her job.

"I've read your files, as well as spoken to some of your friends. They are very supportive, which is a good thing to have." Korra didn't reply though, she kept her eyes to the floor with a bored expression. "We don't have to talk about what's going on. We don't have to talk at all if you don't want to."

Korra looked up at the lady. An hour was an awful long time to be quiet.

"I wouldn't even know where to start. I've been so shut off from everything it's hard to open up about this."

"Why don't you tell me about the last time you used?"

"Uh, sure.."

Three years ago...

"Just what the fuck is your problem, Mako!?"

"My problem? You're the one making a fool of yourself."

"Nobody asked for your opinion."

"Ugh, you're so far gone you're not you anymore."

It was no use. It seemed there was no getting through to the seventeen-year-old. Korra stood on shaky legs, drowsy and completely wasted off her face. People outside the bar were watching on with amusement but she paid no attention.

"I'm fucking awesome dude! You're the uptight one that can't have fun because you're so cereal all the time."

Mako wasn't offended, he knew it was the alcohol talking. "Come on, I'm taking you home." As he reached for her arm, she pulled away. "Korra, it's late and you've had enough."

"You're not my father! You go home, but I'm staying."

"I'm not leaving you here with those maggots hanging around."

"Do what you want," she started making her way back inside but she had an itch that needed scratching. "If you weren't such a bore, girls would actually line up to be with you."

"If you weren't such a bitch, boys would find you more attractive."

There it was. The detonator. Korra turned on her heel and walked up to her long time friend and slapped him hard across the face. The look on his face was a mixture of disbelief and hurt. Instantly, Korra regretted her action, but she was too drunk to rationalize it.

"Mako, I'm-"

"Forget it. I'll see you around."

Korra hadn't spoken to Mako, or any one of her friends for a week after that incident. Instead, she had locked herself up in her room and binged on anything that made her numb. She hadn't eaten, hadn't slept. Her life style had become her prison, and she sure as hell didn't care if it became her coffin.

Present...

"I was in that room for eight days...the ninth day the police busted my door down and then I ended up at Boiling Rock." Korra paused briefly before continuing, "that was the last time I used."

Kya finished jotting down a few notes then checked her watch.

"You did well for your first session. Next time, we can talk more about when this all started."

Korra just nodded and stood to leave. Since there was no escaping, she wondered just how much she would tell her counselor. Sure she had problems, maybe still has them, but there were a lot of things she wasn't ready to address just yet.

When she arrived back at the hotel, she laid out on the couch bored out of her mind. She recalled Mako asking her to ring him, but she didn't feel like putting up with his questions she was sure he wanted to ask. Instead, she grabbed her keys and headed back out.

"I can do this. I'll make my own fun."

(A/N) I am not a writer, just wanted to get my idea out there. Thanks for reading, any criticism is helpful.