How To Stay Afloat (BxB)

Chapter 48: a fresh cut

I spend the whole night reading a comic that I found online. It sucks, but I can't stop reading it. Maybe it just feels good that my problems are just friends and drugs and family and not the end of the world, like in the comic.

When the sun comes up and I still feel energetic. I'm pretty sure it's the drugs keeping me up. I just don't know whether it's the cocaine, the molly or the speed. Or maybe the combination.

Wow. That thought alone makes me realize that the cut from the drugs is actually a really good idea. Although I'm still not on board with the weed.

I hear my parents get up at seven and I continue to lie in bed and read.

At eight my mom comes to wake me up.

"Hey, Sammy. Are you already awake?" She asks me.

I put my phone aside. "Yeah. Good morning." I greet her.

She smiles warmly. "Great. I just scheduled an appointment for 10. You're gonna be enrolled for an at home addiction treatment." She tells me.

I frown. "Okay? What exactly does that mean?"

She comes over and sits at the end of my bed. "Well, we're gonna talk to specialized doctors there. At the start of the program you'll need to do another drug test there and your body will be checked through. Then we will work out a therapy plan that aligns with your school." She explains.

That sounds like a whole lot of work. I don't feel motivated for this bullshit at all.

"It's a programm specialized for young adults and teens. So you can talk to people with a similar background in group therapy sessions." She tells me excitedly.

Oh god. Group therapy sessions? Sounds like my personal hell.

When my parents said I'd stay at home I thought they'd just drug test me again and ground me like the last time.

"All the medical checkups are gonna be at the hospital, so your dad can always be around for that." She explains to me.

"Thanks mom. But don't you think that's a lot? I mean those programs are for people who are actually addicted. I feel like I'm taking a place that someone else needs more."

She looks at me with a tired expression. "Honey. You are addicted."

I groan. "How long does this normally last?" I ask her.

"It depends. 30, 60 or 90 days usually. Of course after that there will still be regular meetings with a therapist."

I groan again, louder this time.

"Come on, let's go eat breakfast. I'm gonna wake up your brother."

When she leaves my room I let myself fall back into bed, groaning loudly.

I'm not hungry at all. The soup last night was really filling.

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"Good morning!" Caleb cheers, bursting into my room while I get dressed.

I roll my eyes. "Ever heard of knocking?"

He ignores my comment. "It's your first day of your sobriety, I'm sure you're excited." He says, smiling.

"Yeah. I'm thrilled for therapy sessions and medical checkups." I say sarcastically.

"Oh come on. It can't be that bad." He argues. "At least you get to skip school. Plus, you get to spend a lot of time with your older brother." He's wearing a mischievous grin.

"Don't you have classes or something?" I ask him.

He shakes his head, still wearing that grin.

"What?" I ask him.