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"HI, I'M SEBASTIAN MILKOVICH." the noirette began, standing in front of the group. ever since his relapse he was put into inpatient rehab by the court, instead of sending him back to juvie. it was decided that he was spending 30 days here, and he'd be released today. it was a lot less time than the last time he was here — which was 90 days instead of 30.
there were a few 'hi sebastian's' from the group in front of him, and he was already used to hearing that. "but yeah you guys knew that. i'm 4 weeks into my recovery, and it's my last day here today." he added, fiddling with his hands. "i didn't mention this, when i came here. but i overdosed, and went on a bender — apparently — i ended up in new york and my family had to get me back here." sebastian cleared his throat.
sebastian was always nervous went it came to speaking in front of everyone, even the amount of times he's done it. "this isn't my first time here either, i ended up here about 2 years ago for similar reasons." he continued, letting out a small shaky breath. "but since i'm also struggling with amnesia, i'm forgetting pretty much everything in my life." the noirette chuckled dryly.
"i don't even remember my birthday now." he added. "i don't remember when i started doing drugs, so it's pretty hard to do this." sebastian sighed, rubbing his eyes. "but i appreciate you guys listening, and that's all i have to say." sebastian nodded, walking back to sit in his chair.
he didn't like doing this, so he was glad it was his last day, and he desperately wanted to go home. the organizer came walking over to sebastian. "you have one last meeting with your therapist before you get to go, sebastian." the woman — hannah — told him.
"okay, can i do that now?" he asked her.
"yeah, she's waiting in her office." hannah smiled at him, pointing towards the hallway. sebastian nodded, standing up to leave. he looked around the hall as he walked. the facility was still the same when he left it. there were a few pictures here and there of people who spent their times here to recover, because the staff believed it'd feel more homey if there was clutter.
he stopped at one photo, one of him and another person. sebastian didn't recognize the guy in the photo, but from what it looks like they were friends at the impatient. it was sebastian when he was 15, the day before he got to leave. he didn't make friends with any of the people in the group this time, so he didn't want to be in any pictures.
he flinched when a bright flash went off, and he turned his head to see one of the staff, who also happened to be a photographer. "sorry, you just looked really nice." she chuckled, pulling the printed polaroid from the camera.
