Breaking The Addiction

Day 1

Rose

When I came to, it was in a bright room. All white of course. You know how in the movies and books most hospitals or mental facilities are completely white, the patients dressed plainly and barely anything in the room? That's how it is.

Looking around, I only saw a desk with a sketch book and markers, the bed I was in, a window, and an open door that lead to a bathroom. There was a closed door that definitely led outside of this room. The room was plain and I hated it.

The shirt they had put me in was all white and the pants were light blue sweats. At least the clothes were comfortable. God, this was going to be horrible.

I stood up and went over to the desk. My guess on why they offered only markers was because they had patients that tried to use a pencil as a weapon. No use drawing if I couldn't erase it though. I opened the desk drawer next and found gum. Thank god, I could only imagine what my breath smelled like.

Have you heard that gum can help withdrawls from smoking? Because it does help, at least a little. I grabbed a piece of the gum and opened it, letting it pop into my mouth. I savored the taste.

I wandered into the bathroom next. It was plain again, of course. I could tell the mirror was one hard to break. The drawers contained a hair brush, a few hair ties, toothpaste, and a toothbrush.

I looked in the shower and saw the necessities there, body wash, face wash shampoo, and conditioner.

This place will definitely be great, I thought to myself sarcastically. I heard a knock on the room door, walking back to my bed I said, "Come in." At least they were polite enough to knock.

A 5'5 woman who was wearing scrubs with shoulder length black hair, brown eyes, and a smile upon her face came in. "Hello Rose, I'm going to be your nurse here. I'm Dr. Trest, nice to meet you."
," She held out her hand for me to shake.

I tenderly took it, my hands shaking somewhat as I did. My hands had been shaking since I woke up. "Um, Dr., may I ask how long I've been here for already?"

"Half a day," Dr. Trest replied. "Though that's hardly important, you'll lose track of the days soon enough. They all do." And here I thought she was going to be bubbly and cheerful.

I eyed her carefully as she stepped towards me. She held a folder out towards me, allowing me to take it. "What is this?"

She smiled that same cruel smile, "You're schedule for the next month, if you don't cause any trouble that is." I opened it, it was practically the same every day.

Wake up by 8
Breakfast and Medicine at 9
Therapy at 10:30
Lunch at 12
Free time from 1 to 6
Dinner and medicine at 7
Group therapy from 8-10
Medicine and Lights out at 10:30

The only thing that changed was that the therapy, free time, and group therapy would switch around a few times through out the month.

"Anyways, it's breakfast now. So if you would please follow me to the cafeteria. Since your therapy session is right after breakfast, you'll stay there until I come and get you and take you to your psychologist," It felt like Dr. Trest would never stop talking.

While she was speaking, we walked out of my room and through a maze of hallways, eventually arriving at the cafeteria.

The minute I walked through those doors, she left me. I looked around the cafeteria, boys and girls alike wore the same thing. The conversations were kept at a low speaking level as they ate. People eyed me as I walked over to the line. It must have been obvious that I was new. Most people care enough to abide by the law, so there weren't many people here, maybe 50 guys and 50 girls. It was evenly split from what it looked like.

There was a nurse standing at the end of the line, after you received your food and water. "Name?" She asked, barely looking up at me.

"Rose Singer," She barely bat an eye as I replied. She moved over to the medicine boxes she had behind her and grabbed a few tablets, handing them to me.

"You have to take them while I watch. Some patients spit them out or throw them away." I did as she said, not questioning it out loud. When she nodded, I took that as my cue to go sit down.

I found a seat at the end of the cafeteria, no one else around it. Now that was my kind of seat.

I felt really really stupid. Yeah, I may not like my family, but I hated this place. I just wanted to go home. Looked like I was going to fake it until I made it, even while eating breakfast.

I felt really uncomfortable in here, there were guards everywhere and all the other patients kept looking at me. It was like I had transfered schools and was the new kid everyone was curious about. I really just wanted to be invisible at the moment.

When I was finished, I put the tray where I had seen other patients put them. Then I sat back down and waited for Nurse Trest to come and get me for my therapy session. I was scared.

The rumors I had heard about the therapy they did were horrifying. I had heard they used electric shock therapy, I had heard they wouldn't let you sleep sometimes so you would spill more.

I saw Nurse Trest. She didn't say anything, just motioned for me to follow her. I followed her through a lot of confusing halls before we ended up in a rather nice room. "Dr. Tannor will be with you in just a minute Rose," she told me rather coldly. After that she walked out of the room.

The room was rather comfortable, I sat down on a sofa that was really soft. The walls were a soft purple, the desk was a nice mahogany one. There was a laptop, not a computer, there were multiple other chairs in the room and a soft song was playing through the speakers.

After a few minutes, the door opened. A woman around 5'6 walked in, she had waist length redish brown hair and was rather average looking as far as weight went.

She sat sown at the desk and gave me a soft smile. "Hello Rose, my name is Dr. Tannor. I will be your psychologist while your here. Now, in your file, it said you eere addicted to smoking, is that correct?" I nodded. "Well then, let's get started."