They Don't Know About Us

Chapter 11

*Addison's POV*

It's been three weeks since I tried to kill myself. Niall has been avoiding my calls for some reason. I guess it's because he doesn't want to cry when I have to leave. Oh, yeah, today is the day I leave for Sunny Days mental hospital. I know, I know; it's an odd name for a mental hospital. But Niall insisted I go there because he wants me to get better. The only thing I dreaded about this, is while I'm stuck in rehab, Niall's going on the North and South American legs of his world tour with the rest of the guys.

"I'm going to miss you so much, Niall," I said to him as we were packing our bags. "I don't know if this will work."

"Of course it will, babe. I know you can get better. I'll come visit you as soon as the tour ends, okay? I love you so much." He kisses me on the forehead, and then we get in the car to start driving towards SD.

"Alrighty; here we are. I'll check you in, and then I'll help you unpack your things into your room, okay?" I nod, and stand next to Niall at the front desk. I look around, and see a little boy who couldn't be older than 12.

"Hello there; I'm Addison. What's your name?" He looks at me, the emotion of fear all over his face as I hold out my hand.

"I-I'm Oliver. Please don't hurt me.."

"Oliver; that's a very strong name. I would never hurt you; I promise. How old are you?"

"I'm 11; I'll be turning twelve in a few weeks." Oliver still looked scared, but not terrified like he was only moments ago. An eleven year old? What on earth could make an eleven year old have to go into rehab? I instantly feel sorry for the boy, and give him a sympathetic look.

"Well, Oliver, I'd like to think we'll become great friends while I'm here. Between my sessions and your sessions, we could hang out together and run in the courtyard. Does that sound like fun?"

"Y-yeah. I gotta go; my doctor said I had to be back in five minutes. Bye, Addison."

"Niall? I think I'll be okay here. I can take my things to my room. I love you so much. Goodbye." I kiss him, and then I take my bag and walk to my room.

My first session is with Dr. Lopez at 10:30. I look at the clock; it reads 9:45. To kill some time, I go to the courtyard and see Oliver sitting by himself.

"Well; fancy seeing you here, Oliver. What are you in for?" He looks down and I can see the sadness and pain in his hazel eyes.

"Can you tell me first? I d-don't feel comfortable sharing this with you yet."

"Okay; Well, I um. I've had a rough past few months. My boyfriend and I had just recently come out as a public relationship, and so many of his fans sent me hate mail. A handful of them accepted us, but even more of them despised me. I was getting death threats, and- it became too much for me to handle. So I locked myself in the bathroom, and started cutting my wrists and thighs with my razor that I hadn't seen in so long. Then, after crying for an hour and thinking, I grabbed a bottle of pills and took about ten or twenty and swallowed them. Then Niall found me and I woke up in a hospital. Three weeks later, here I am." I show Oliver my wrists, and he does the same.

"I cut, too. That's a small portion of why I'm in here. My parents abused me, so I was sent to foster care, where it didn't get much better. I mean, I got three meals a day, and a place to sleep, but they were just as bad as my birth parents. They told me to die, that they didn't want me to live anymore. So I started cutting as a way to block them out. To numb the pain of their rejection. No one did anything, because, who would believe a six year old? Years passed, and it got worse. I was ten, and I didn't even get a birthday. No one said a word about it. But then, my adoptive older brother, Drake, moved out because he graduated. I begged him to take me with him, but he wouldn't. But he promised to call me every day, which he did, for about four months. They eventually stopped feeding me, and I lost 15 pounds. I was starving, so I had to start stealing food. When they found out about it, they beat me until I could hardly move. So I limped to the bathroom, and grabbed a bottle of pills, and took the whole thing. My brother was on the phone when I did it; I wanted to say goodbye. The next thing I knew, I was in a hospital, and now I'm here, terrified of everybody. Nobody showed me kindess; not once. At least, until you showed up. You're the first person that's genuinely been nice to me since my brother left." He was crying now, so I held out my arms, and he climbed into them. I hugged him for a good 10 minutes, and when I finally let go, he looked at me.

"How old are you?"

"I'm 17, but I'll be turning 18 in about two months. Hopefully I'll be out of here by then. How long have you been here, Oliver?"

"I've been here for two months. I don't really want to leave this place, though; I wouldn't be going back to anything worth living for. But anyways, I'll be clear to leave this place in about three months."

"That's great! Oh, shoot. I have to go; I'm gonna be late for my first session! I'll see you again in the cafeteria for lunch!"

My first session went smoothly, I guess. They asked why I would try suicide, and I told them. I told them about Niall, and his fans, and my life at home, and everything. They kept me in there for about two hours. I watched some TV, listened to some music, and they gave me some medication to shift my mood. But, given that I tried to OD in order to die, they gave it to my doctor, and wouldn't tell me where it was.

After the session was over, I went into the cafeteria and found Oliver in the line. We got our food, and sat at our own table, making jokes and talking about happy things. Our doctors told us to do that; it would reduce the depression little by little. We tried not to think like we were in a rehab facility; we acted like we were just two friends eating lunch and hanging out whenever we had a free moment.

After lunch, Oliver took me back to his room and we watched a few movies together, and laughed some more.

"You're really funny, Addison. I'm glad we're friends." He smiles, and snuggles up next to me. I lie there with him for a few minutes, and then I turn off the TV and cover him with his blanket. After I know he's asleep, I get up slowly to avoid waking him, and walk back to my room to get ready for bed myself.

~2 months later~ (sorry, I'm not good at dragging events on. It takes WAY too long and I get bored so um. Yeah.)

Today is a very special day. It's my birthday! Ollie and I have become really close since that first day. He's like my little brother in a way. (Oh. Ollie is Oliver. He's now Ollie, and I'm Addy.)

"Hey Addy! Happy birthday!" Ollie tackles me into a hug and I hug him back. I'm finally 18, which means I'm my own person. No more depressing things; I'm done with all that. The one person I can't wait to see is Niall. I haven't talked to him in three weeks! But Ollie and I hang out 24/7, so I get along just fine.

"Well, Addison; it seems like you've made a remarkable recovery! You can leave on Friday, okay? It's been a pleasure being able to help you get better." Yes! I get to leave, and see Niall and the boys again! But wait. If I leave, who will be here for Ollie? Shit.

"Hey Addy!" I smile at Ollie, but then I shoot him a sympathetic look.

"What's wrong?"

"My doctor said my depression is gone. I leave on Friday." Ollie's eyes fill with tears, and then he jumps into my lap and hugs me tighter than ever before.

"But- you can't leave! I need you!" Ollie's fully sobbing now.

"Ollie, I'm sorry. I don't want to leave you, but I have to. I'm not depressed anymore." Ollie sighs, and runs back to his room. I sit on my bed and think about a decision that could change both of our lives forever.

"Well, I don't see why not. You're 18, a legal adult. If you want to take him with you when he's clear, you can. But if he ever gets depressed again, please bring him back. Okay?" I nod, and run to Ollie's room.

"Ollie! I have great news!"

"You're staying!?"

"N-no. But you can go with me when I leave! You don't have to go back to that family anymore." Ollie cheers, and immediately starts packing his things. After all, we go home in two days.

At lunch, Ollie and I just talk about everything we'll do when we get out of here. I talked about getting him some brand new clothes, and a private tutor, and taking him on tour with us. He sounded very enthusiastic about the whole idea.

As the hours ticked by, Oliver and I grew even more excited about leaving. Little did we know, a surprise was in store for the both of us that Friday morning.