The Sob Stories of Lizzie Emerson (ON HOLD)

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I remember seeing a dear friend for the first time..

July 8, 2013 8:19 AM

As soon as I stepped into this hell hole aka "Clear Springs Rehab Center" I knew it would be a disaster for me. Even the smell of this place made me want to throw myself off a bridge.

My mind was screaming at me to say something to my father to take me away from here, that I would change for him and Johnny, but physically I can't bring myself to not use. I know how much shit I put my family through, in all reality I just don't care anymore.

I'm so devoid of emotions that I can't even look at my brother's pain stricken face. I screwed up big time, I hate myself for doing that to him. He didn't deserve that, no one does. I wish could turn back time.

After saying my final goodbyes to what's left of my shattered family, my bags were placed in my small dorm-room. As I made my way towards the community room I asked one of the guards if I can have a cup of water. They wouldn't even let me use a plastic cup, I had to use one of those tiny paper cups they use for stabilizers for the mentally unstable.

I was told there would be a group session at 4 sharp, for addicts of all kind, and I mean all kinds.

Feeling the uncomfortably cold plastic of the chair against the backs of my thighs, I looked around the room, and tried not to make any awkward eye contact with the others in the room.

The group counselor was dragging on and on about it's your choice to stop what you're doing...blah blah blah.

My eyes averted to the sound of a guy's voice cutting the counselor off, or Richard as he said he wanted to be called.

"-I feel like I'm in kindergarten again with story time or some shit like that.." the guy who just completely interrupted Richard looked like one of those typical drug addicts, what ever hair color they had in their hair fading away because of what ever amount of money they got was used towards drugs. It's like a light purple I'm assuming from some of the strands sticking out of his worn out hat.

That eyebrow ring...how is he allowed to have one in if we are in this god forsaken place?!

I noticed that the barney hair guy kept arguing with Richard, and whenever someone would make a sound of laughing he would bust out this shit-eating grin, like he knew that he owned the place.

I kept my mouth shut, and just looked at his face a little more and smiled slightly, he really is attractive though...woah woah wait Liz what the hell are you doing?! You did not just say that, I know I did and it felt...right.

My cheeks almost turned red when he looked over at me with the same facial expression, and I tried to quietly clear my throat and turn my attention to Richard again.

Barney boy was staring at me and I knew he would end up being someone that would fill the void of darkness in my mind.

43 days clean

"My heart is broke, but I have some glue, help me inhale, and mend it with you, we'll float around, and hang out on clouds, then we'll come down and have a hangover"

Yes, I've decided to cast Michael Clifford as Barney Boy and I'm not making fun of him so don't judge me I think it's a funny nickname. Plus, I hope he never reads this..(Not likely but just saying). And I'm not sure if I am making this into a love story or not, who knows...you'll just have to read on and find out... ;) Also one more thing, I am back and ready to update more often, so here we go first chapter of 2016. Thanks for reading! :* :)