High Off Love

Chapter 1

May 23rd

"My name is Alice. I am here because I was addicted to a drug, that I'm not comfortable telling. Umm.. I have been sober for one month." I explain while picking at my fingernail. My first sentence while being here.

I look up and see the smile on my sponsors face, which pisses me off. I get off the stage and go sit back in my seat. It's sharing day, so I have to go in front of a lot of people and tell my 'story'.

I look up and see an attractive guy babbling on the stage. He is the first guy about my age I have seen here. Wait. No Alice it was the guy who got you in this mess. Stop.

I look up at him. He catches my eye as he walks off the stage. After everybody is done speaking we go back to our rooms.

I start walking and realize the cute guy is following me. As I get to my floor he is still following me. I ignore it till I get to the door right before mine.

"What is your problem? Why are you following me?" I snap.

"This is my room." He half laughs.

I feel my cheeks turning red. I look at the door which I am right in front of. I bite my bottom lip.

"Sorry." I say and walk into my room.

Rehab sucks. I haven't seen one kid my age in two months. Well, I saw one today but that doesn't count because I don't know him and never will.

I need to runaway from here and not focus on a boy. I walk out of my room to go get food and then I see the new guy walking out of his room too.

"Hey." He smirks.

"Hi." I reply in a rude tone.

"What's your name?" He asks making a weird look.

I shouldn't tell him. I should just ignore him and walk away. "Alice." I say and smile at him. Why would I do that. It must be my inner flirt.

"My name's Toby, want to eat with me?" He asks in a kind way.

"Uh sure." I say not meaning to. I should have said no. I can't say no to his eyes. No more looking him in the eyes.

Trying not to look in his eyes, my eyes wonder to his arms. Red, needle marks on his arms.

When we get to the cafeteria I get food and sit down at my normal table, Toby does the same.

"So why are you here?" He asks even though he just heard me talking about this today. "Your real story, not that phony one from earlier."

I catch him looking at my arms too with the same marks as the ones on him. "Well drugs, if you can't tell." Gesturing at my arms. "My mom found out and sent me here. I did other drugs too so it was pretty bad."

"Oh my father sent me."

"My father is dead." I blurt out with no emotion.

He opens his mouth but doesn't say anything.

"What made you start?" He questions. Why so many questions?

"That is personal. I will not talk about that. So what made you start?"

"I wanted to know what it was like, I tried it, liked it, kept doing it." He explains.

"How long have you been doing it?" I ask. Now I'm the one asking questions.

"Not long." That explains why he doesn't look like he was on drugs. "How about you."

"Well, I lost a lot of weight, but my face isn't ugly like a druggy so not too long." I say truthfully. I lost so much weight but my face doesn't look gross.

He isn't even skinny, just normal looking. I get up to throw my food away and Toby does the same.

"We should do this again." he says following me to our rooms.

I don't answer I just get back to my room. That is the most I have ever talked about this situation. Memories start flooding in.

I try to push them back but they won't budge. Tears start falling from my eyes.

I am a mess.