We soon arrive at Johns apartment. Its bigger than he explained it. A big living room decorated with his girlfriend Taylor's signature touch- white sofa and love seat, a glass in-table with intricate designs swirling through the craystal clear glass, several pictures and ornaments finish the room off. A small corner hides the entrance to then kitchen. I hear heels clicking against the wood flooring.
"John?" Taylor, looking gorgeous as always, walks into the living room. "Katherine!" She gasps, speed walking over to me and hugging me tightly. She pulls away and gives me a strict look. "Don't you dare try that again!"
I flinch at her tone. Don't let looks fool you when it comes to her. Standing 5'2 with a very curvy body, long black hair, green eyes that almost always have a minimal amount of makeup, This girl is a devil when you get on her bad side.
"What crossed your mind to make you even consider ending your life?" Her eyes start to tear up and I can't helpthe pang of guilt that passes through me. I guess I never really thought they'd miss me.
"I wasn't thinking.." I murmur. She grabs me as hard as she can into a hug as she could again.
"Just please don't do it again. We're always here. You're never alone."
There's a faint glimpse of hope inside of me. Maybe life isn't as bad as I've been thinking lately.
...
Life is worse than I've been thinking. What have I gotten myself into?!
Thoughts like these are running through my head as I look up at the huge building in front of me. The rehab center. My new home for the next few months. I sigh. John places a hand on my shoulder.
"You'll be fine." I pout. This isn't something I want to do.
"Yea, sure." I say slowly.
He starts walking towards the door. I reluctantly follow. When we walk through the door, we're hit instantly with freezing cold air conditioning and an overly happy receptionist.
"Hi, welcome to Sunny-side Rehabilitation Center." She says with a huge smile. "What may we do for you today?"
"My sister is here to get the help she needs-" I tune him out.
This place is horrible! Even with the light blue walls and dark brown furniture, decorations to match, the place seems so repulsing. Any family or friend of someone in here would think, 'Oh, they're fine. There's nothing with being here.' But they don't have any clue what goes on past these walls.
"You'll be fine. This is one of the best rehabs in the state." John says in a terrible attempt to calm me down.
I groan.
This is truly what hell looks like...
