love through recovery

Chapter 2 can you not

"Dinner time" the annoying chick that checked me in hours earlier yelled through the hallways. I looked towards Ronnie asleep on his bed and just kinda glared. I didn't know why but he just gave off an asshole vibe in megawatt proportions. I knew we were both druggies since they grouped us by why we were here and I knew we listened to the same music but as for everything else I didn't even want to know.

I wish they would have let me have my eyeliner but no of course not. Apparently some druggies went through horrible withdrawals and tried to hurt themselves so we weren't allowed to have anything sharp or dangerous. I glared at sleeping Ronnie again and considered waking him up and then laughed to myself. The asshole probably deserved to get in trouble. I honestly had no idea why I hated him so much but usually when I got vibes from someone this strong I was usually correct.

I walked through the boring ass hallways already cursing Charlie's existence. My arms and legs itched like hell and I got incredibly paranoid. I knew it was the drugs leaving my system but it felt like bugs were crawling all over me. I scratched at the bracelets and walked towards the cafeteria until a nurse stopped me.

"Alyssa honey if you keep scratching at your arms and legs we'll have to give you medicine and place you on a suicide watch"

"Bitch I'm not a cutter I don't feel like dying Kay? It fucking itches and when something itches most people do this thing called scratching which is what I'm doing. Now if you'll excuse me I want some fucking food"

"Alyssa there's no need-"

"For that kind of language? Yes I fucking know that kthanksbye"

I walked away and knew her little blonde self wasn't gonna follow me. She was too scared. Finally I arrived at the cafeteria thing that looked like a cross between a hospital cafeteria and a bad restaurant. At least there was food.

I walked up to the line and saw Ronnie his spikey hair sticking up everywhere. How has he gotten here before me? Oh yeah blondie bitch nurse. I shook my head and got in line behind him. This cheeseburger better be worth it.

"Hey whore why didn't you wake me up?"

"Sorry that's not my fucking job and yeah sure call me a whore. It takes one to know one"

"Uh huh I didn't know anorexics are cheeseburgers. The water is over there"

That pissed me off. He was an ass. I looked down at my small frame and sighed. I was not fucking anorexic I ate food constantly but my metabolism rejected all of it. It wasn't my fault. Besides that I was short it's hard to weigh a lot when you're this short.

"I'm not fucking anorexic now fucking move"

He laughed at me and I growled back at him
"Whatever you say princess I'll see you in group therapy. It starts right after this and you haut earned a chair right next to me" he smirked and walked away leaving me standing there wishing i would have punched him.