Nightmares, they come to me every night. Some of them have actually happened in real life so if feels like reliving I'm them all over again. I never used to get nightmares growing up, I just started getting them when I came here. Like I said before, this place is practically hell on earth and I'm pretty sure I won't be getting out of here anytime soon.
"I feel broken" I would blurt out to no one in particular, I just had to let it out, I just had to hear myself say "I feel broken" and so I do. Some nights I just wonder what would've happened if my parents didn't find out about me being a drug addict would I still even be here? Well honestly it would have been better for everyone if I had passed, and also because I wouldn't have to deal with all this bullshit.
Today I get to go for a walk around the grounds so I can clear my mind or some shit, there are some other people that go out as well so they can get fresh air and feel free again, except your not, I sort of feel like we're all in some sort of prison sometimes.
While I walk I mutter to myself (I've always done this) and keep my head down so I don't give anyone eye contact, but today I felt weird, I felt as if everyone was staring at me. As I was turning the corner someone grabbed ahold of my arm and they wouldn't let go, "Hey buddy what's your problem!" I spat, "Iris?" they replied.
Hey guys sorry this chapter was so short, I'm like loaded with homework this weekend and I don't really have time to really think of anything when I have all this useless knowledge crammed into my head. Anyway hope you liked this chapter xx.
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Life In Rehab
Teen FictionHi, my name is Iris and I'm 20 years old and all day everyday I hear the same thing over and over again in my mind like a broken record "Give it up Iris, give it up. You're gonna kill yourself the way your going" Welcome to rehab they said, and wel...
