Rehabilitation (Luke Hemmings FanFiction)

Chapter 1

The familar burn in my throat rises as I throw back shot after shot of straight vodka.

"Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!" The usual crowd roars. I have just broken the record for most shots of vodka taken. Random people pat me on the back and high-five me. A wave of nausia comes over me and I rush to the bathroom.

After everything has come up I remember. This is my last party. The argument with my parents come back to me.

"Ingrid, you're out of control and we want to help you."

"I thought you wanted me to be normal and fit in, that's what I'm doing, mother! I've finally not been invisible and not bullied!"

"Yes, but that didn't mean your father and I meant for you to go off one day and get a fake ID, get a tattoo, piercings, and buy booze for parties!"  My mother starts to tear up and my father sighs deeply. "Ingrid," my father starts, "we've enrolled you into a rehabilitation centre, the most common and best reviewed internationally."

"You're sending me to a crazy house for fucked up people because you can no longer contain me? You can't do this!" I shout. "Only because we want you to get better, and do you remember that test you were given a while back? It came back and showed you had moderate depression, anxiety, schizophrenia and we know for a fact that you're positve for addiction."

I let out a shakey breath. My mother goes on, "Ingird, love, you were a very intellectual girl and still are, you just need some help we can't provide for you." She tried to reach out toward me, but I jerked away. A tear rolled down her face. I wanted to cry so bad, I could feel my throat tightening and my eyes brimming with tears, but I musn't cry. I have to act nutral. "You will be leaving in three days, so on Sunday."  I don't respond I just sit and stare into space.

So, here I am Friday night, two days until I go to the house of crazies that their parents can no longer control or those whose parents just gave up on them.

I look in the mirror, I see a girl with red and purple in her brunette hair, snake bites, a nose ring, and something like a delirious look in her eyes. That her is me, Ingird Alice Florence. Once invisible now known.

Back in the room with many druken bodies grinding on each other. Another group in the corner taking ecstasy tablets, LSD, and passing around a joint. I go and join them, because what the hell?

The sunshine wakes me and I find myself in bed with a guy I've never seen in my life. I pull the covers up and to my relief I find that he has on boxers and I still have on my pants. I rush to get out of the house and get to my own.