addicts [h.s]

//one//

Everyone has something that they crave. Maybe its something as simple as chocolate, to something like a cigarette. Whatever it is, we are addicted because it makes us feel good; for a short period. No one really gets me, or my 'cravings'. Why? Because im an addict. An addict to drugs, and alcohol.

I've been in this damn rehab for about two months. I do the same thing almost everyday; wake up, eat, go to class, eat, read, then sleep again. Every other day I go to group; a place where 'we can talk about our problem'. Which is complete bullshit since no one even talks really. We all just sit there and stare at the floor.

Though today's a very special day, or as the council would say. Todays the day where they bring in new people. Apparently this rehab has a waiting list and they only accept about 10 every year. I most likely will  be getting a new roommate since I have an extra bed in my room.

"Emerson," My nurse, Vicky, says she pokes her head through the door. "It's time for your group meeting,"

"joy," I mumble, sarcastically. "I'll be right there," I tell her, moving out of bed.

I go into my bathroom, looking at my reflection. Im pale, I have dark bags under my eyes and my long brown hair looks as if it hasn't been brushed in days. I throw my hair into a bun, running the warm water. I lean forward, lightly washing my face. The warm water soothes my face, wakening me up. I turn the water off, glancing over my outfit; an oversized tee and baggy sweat pants. I look like shit, basically. But, I honestly don't care.

"Em, come on," Vicky almost whines. Even though she's twenty something, she still sounds like a five year old. That's probably why she's my best friend. Its funny, isn't it? My rehab nurse and my best friend.

I walk back out, slipping on my worn out tennis shoes. Vicky opens the door, allowing me to pass her. I walk to the normal room that contains the usual 14 chairs that form a circle. Only today, there's about 20. Also, I take notice to a very small group of people that are unfamiliar.

"Ah, nice of you to join us," Tom, the guy who suggested this shit group thing, says, waving me over; motioning me to sit. I sit down next to a girl with light brown hair and a guy with long blonde hair that covers one of his eyes. "since you think you can come whenever you want, why don't you go first? We have some new members today and I want you to say the basics."

When I don't say anything he clears his throat. "I mean your name, age and reason for your stay," he nods.

"Well," I glance around the circle, stopping at a curly haired boy, who leans forward, elbows on knees and hands on cheeks. "Im Em an-"

Tom cuts me of by saying, "full name,"

I take a deep breath, taking my focus off of the new guy and on Tom. "Im Emerson Mitchel," I say slowly, trying to make a point and he rolls his eyes. "Im 20, and I am an alcoholic and smoker," I tell the circle.

"Great, who's next?" Tom asks, no one volunteering. "Anyone new?"

"I will," My eyes go to the same guy who was staring at me intently as I spoke before.

He sits up straight, looking directly at me. "Im Harry Styles; 20 and-" he half laughs. "I guess you can say im a bit of everything,"

Tom asks him what he means by that and he shrugs. "What I mean? Well, Im an alcoholic, smoker as she," he nods at me. "and a sex addict,"

The circle goes silent and Tom slowly nods. "Anyone else?"