I lean my head up against the cool glass of the window as my social worker Maura and I drive to this stupid rehabilitation center or whatever. I tried to get out of it but the damn country owns my arse.
And we had to fly here because it's in England! She claims it's the best facility and "she wants the best for me" bullshit.
"C'mon Niall it won't be that bad and who knows you may make some friends" she tries to convince me.
"Yeah that'd be bloody fantastic." I grumble sarcastically making her fall silent
"We're here" she says quietly
"Bet you can't wait to get me out of your hair huh?" I say crossing my arms looking up at the three story building saying 'London's Teen Rehabilitation Center'"
"You know that's not true, Niall. C'mon babe" she says sounding sympathetic
I grab my tattered bag and trudge into the facility with her by my side. We walk in the a mandatory check point with two security guards chatting out front. I look around memorizing the building to figure out a way to escape.
"Hello I'm here with IFCA, I phoned earlier my names Maura Gallagher " she says to the women at the front desk
I stare down the security guard to see if he's actually armed with anything. He stares back looking at my old Rolling Stones shirt. He looks to only have a tazer. I flip him off silently making him chuckle and finally avert his gaze.
"Right and you're here to check in..?" The girl says all perky as if this is a fucking resort so I glare at her
"Niall here" Maura motions towards me. I give her a sarcastic smile
"Okay I need the full name, date of birth, age, and parents name" she says ignoring me completely
"Ah alright Niall James Horan, September 13th 1993, 17 and I don't know his parents names" she says knowing I won't answer any questions
"Okay Niall can you tell me your parents names?" She asks in that fake kind voice and I just glare at her
"Ah Yeah he won't answer any questions about his family" she says
"Oh alright well, I'll just put down your name as an emergency contact?" Maura nods "alright, follow me" we walk through a set of metal detectors
We walk into a building that looks a bit like a hospital and hotel combined. We walk past rows of doors until we arrive at one labeled;
Doctor Stephan Grendale
"This is the director of the facility's office you just need to meet with him quickly, get checked in then we'll get you to your room!" She opens the door then basically pushes us in
"Hello I'm Dr. Grendale I'm a psychologist and the director here" he shakes Maura's hand. I ignore his out stretched hand and sit down in front of his desk
"So you must be Niall?" He asks I just look down not meeting his brown eyes
"Yes this is" Maura answers
He opens his laptop "So I just need to ask a few questions before I tell you about our facility"
"Alright" Maura says looking at me but I just glare at her. Why does she have to act like this is some great vacation for me that I should be grateful for
"So first off any diagnosed medical conditions?"
"Um yes PTSD & Suicidal Depression & Clausterphobia. He's suppose to be on medication for all of them" I roll my eyes at that
YOU ARE READING
Broken Together
FanfictionSometimes our lives change when we least expect them to. We meet our best friends in when we're unprepared to make friends. Our lives change so drastically we're not sure If we want to look back! I for one know exactly how that feels. Because my fa...
