This Is How I Disappear

Chapter 11: Thankyou For The Venom (Part 1)

A/N: ahoy! Alright mates, this is the first piece for Chapter 11 obviously. Please comment on how I did ^-^ it'd be great. I was rather excited when this story hit 200+ reads this morning. It was amazing. I hace to say, I squealed a bit on the inside hehe. Anyway, onto the story! -Gerard

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*Xander's Pov*

Its realy weird waking up in a strange room with a hangover. A scruffy man in a white vneck shirt and blue sweat pants stood over me prodding my stomach. "Who the fu-where am I?" I said slapping his hand away. I sat up too fast, my head spun. The scruffy man had a white bracelet on, it had the name Kevin. He was 23.

"Welcome to Hell." Kevin said grinning. I looked around, the room was plain. A bed was across the room, there was a large window with bars criss-cross around. There was two doors. One to a bathroom and one to..I don't know where.

"Hell? Hm. I pictured more flowers." I said with a sarcastic grin.

"Nice, Cheshire. But I hope you're joking." Kevin said with a laugh and a smile. Cheshire?

"I am." I said. "Cheshire?" I asked.

"Yep, that's what I'm calling you. Nice smile, big blue eyes. That's a cat right there." Kevin answered.

"You better not be flirting with me." I warned.

"Oh no. I don't go that way dude." Kevin said with wide eyes.

"Okay." I mumbled srretching my arms. "Really, where the hell am I?" I asked.

"You and I, and all the other people here, are in Rehab." Kevin answered opening a drawer on the dresser, he tossed some grey sweatpants and a black shirt at me. "Follow me. Leta get some breakfast." He sakd. I quickly put on the clean clothes and followed him.

I followed him down hallways, my fists clenched tight. I felt my body trembling. A person in work-like unifoem stopped us. "Are you Alexander?" He asked.

"Yea." I answered bluntly. He grabbed my wrist gently and snapped on a band similar to Kevin's on my wrost. It had my name, age, and birthday along with my room number.

"Keep this on at all times while you are staying here." The man ordered. I nodded. "Kevin, show him around and then take him to Dr. Martin's after your meal." The man said.

"Sure thing." Kevin said with a smile, he started walking and then glanced over his shoulder. "Cmon Ches." He saod motioning for me to follow. I did.

A lot of people here were older, I was the youngest out of them all. We entered a large cafeteria, there were a lot of people in there. They wore similar clothing, the only difference was the color of the shirts. There were workers at the corners observing each person, and some working the food lines. The plain walls and floors made me nervous.

"Hungry?" Kevin asked.

"What kind of food?" I asked, my stomach churned angrily, threatening to explode.

"They have pretty good oatmeal." Kevin said with a shrug

"Okay." I mumbled, we went and got bowls of oatmeal and then sat down at an empty school-like-lunch-table. I ate slowly, peoples' eyes were on me. Burning into my skin, trying to puzzle my past tpgether.

"People aren't usually eighteen when they get put into this Rehab. That's why everyone is looking at you." Kevin told me, he must have noticed my nervousness. I looked up at him. "Or it could be your hair or piercings." He added.

"I'm almost nineteen." I mumbled crossly.

"No need to offend you, Kid. But not many kids your age come here. Especially for hard drugs in the town you live in." Kevin said.