Rehabilitation (Harry Styles)

Prologue

"Please don't make me go!" I beg, holding onto my dad's hand. "You can't make me go!"

"You have to," my mother says. "It's just for a little while."

"No please!" I sob and look back at my older brother. He has tears in his eyes and looks down.

"It's for the best," and just as my father says that, a very large male nurse and my new doctor pulls me away.

"I'm your f.ucking daughter!" I scream through my tears. "How could you!?"

"We're sorry," my mom cries out.

I kick and scream trying to get away. The nurse and doctor pulls me through the two doors that will block me from the rest of the world for the next few months. I look at my family as they all have this sorrowful look in their face. But they also look relieved.

And that's how I was admitted to a rehab center.