Detoxing Annabelle Thompson.

Prologue.

"Hey? Miss? Are you okay?"

I cringed as light from a flashlight stung my eyes. I saw a blurry pair of feet walk up to me.

"Yeah. I'm.." but i couldn't talk. Dry coughs replaced my voice as i toppled over to my side clutching my chest.

"Hey hey hey! You're okay. You're okay." The guy with the flashlight said in an attempt to comfort me.

But nothing was comfortable right then. My throat felt so parched that it hurt.

I finally got over my coughs as the voice helped me sit up. My head spun so bad that all i could make out from the dim light of the flashlight was sand. And breeze. And sound of the ocean.

I was at a beach. "What the.."

"Can you tell me your name so that i can help you?" The silhouette asked me.

"Annabelle Thompson. What am I doing here?" I still felt dizzy and everything was just a silver blurr.

I rubbed my eyes trying to clear my vision so that i could look at the guy when he spoke. "I don't know. But here. Let me help you."

"Thanks. I.." and then in one swift moment, the burning sensation in my throat rose and came out as puke.

I threw up on the side while the person patted my back muttering 'its okay.' It went on for bit more when i finally stopped.

I shifted to sit up straight, but more dizzier than before, and in turn came face to face with the boy. "You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah I'm..." and then it all went black.

**

A shirtless muscular senior, climbed onto a fancy marble bar counter. He stood up and shouted the crowd to go crazy.

On cue, the music got cranked up to the loudest. A flood of sweaty drunk teenagers came onto the middle of room and started dancing. Boys and girls were grinding on each other with drinks in their hands.

A bunch of others were sitting on a couch beside the raging crowd with beer and smoking rolled up cigarettes.

A guy and a couple of girls on each of his side were bent over on the glass table. The guy suddenly sat up straight and cheered. And then one of the girls did the same.

Finally the last girl sat up straight and cheered. Her hair was all over her face and head constantly bobbing to music. But she looked familiar.

All three of the previously bent over people had matching white under their noses and on their lips.

They looked happy. All of them. Even the rest. Gradually, matching white appeared on all of them.

Most of them had started making out now. The guy on the couch put his hand on the last girls leg. The girl was too high to notice and kept bobbing her head to the music.

The guy moved his hand up her leg. He then started leaning onto her. She turned to see him getting close and pushed him away.

He pulled her towards her while she kept trying to push him away. Her hair fell off her face in the process and her face was now visible.

That's me! What the hell!

Their tussle went on as i shouted. "Hey stop! Hey! Let her go!" I tried to go forward but i couldn't. I couldn't go forward and it was like no one in the crowded room heard my voice.

"No!" I screamed one last time before there was a sharp light.

I was awake. The light came from the window of my room. I was a sweaty crying mess. My head felt like it was run over.

I pulled myself out of my bed and frowned when I saw two suitcases near my bed. I walked to the kitchen and found my mom there drinking her coffee.

"Hey mom." She looked up and smiled.

"Hey honey. Come sit. Let me get you some water." She put a glass of water in front of me. "How are you feeling?" The warmth in her voice almost made my headache a little better.

"Really bad Mom. My head.. my arms.. i.. what happened?"

"We don't know sweetie. Someone found you outside the Standalls' beach house. On the beach. He brought you into their beach house and when they recognized you they called us."

I raised my eyebrows as all of that settled down. "And why are there probably packed suitcases near my bed?"

She looked away and sighed before facing me. "Honey, your father was really angry. He made some arrangements for you." She hesitated to say the rest so i asked.

"What arrangements, mom?"

"Rehab, dear. We're sending you to rehab."

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