*Authors note: sorry that this chapter kinda sucks. It's more or less a filler chapter. Writers block sucks and ive kinda had this idea in my head for a while now*
Josh's POV
Three Months Later
This place was horrible. I just wanted to be go home. I missed my family and friends, but especially Leeland. She made me so happy and to be honest, absolutely no one here was ever happy. Everyone was usually crying or locked up in their rooms. I've been clean for three months and I feel like I'm starting to go insane. I feel like I'm trapped inside my own body and there's no escape. I don't want to be here anymore. I just wanna go home.
Two Months Later
Five months clean and I still feel trapped. No one has come to visit me, not even Leeland. One more month in this god awful place until I get to finally go home. I had a feeling this last month was going to be hell. I had heard earlier while eating lunch that someone had been having drugs delivered to him whenever someone visited him. It was the most difficult thing to not go up to him and ask for something. I still had that odd craving for those god damn drugs. I haven't made friends with anyone here. Mostly everyone is twice my age and much more addicted than I ever was. I feel so alone here. Why won't anyone visit me?
Leaving Rehab
When I was finally signed out, I sprinted out the doors to find no one standing there. No one there with their arms open, no mom, no dad no sisters. No Leeland. Did they forget about me? What was going on? I sighed and pulled out my cellphone and scrolled through my contacts until I saw my mothers number. I hit call and lifted the phone to my ear, fearing the worst. After a few rings that voice I knew all too well rang through my head. "Hello?" I grinned uncontrollably and laughed slightly. "Mom?" I heard her pull the phone away as she called my father and sisters over. "Joshua! Hi, sweetheart how are you?" I sighed and sat against the building. "Forgotten." I smiled sadly and rested my forehead on my knees. "Josh, what're you talking about?" my mom sounded sad. Is she serious? "Mom, do you know what day it is?" June 11th to be exact. My birthday. "It's June 11th, why is this day so special to you Josh?" I could feel the tears starting to form in my eyes. You've got to be kidding me, right? "M-mom, it's my birthday...and the day that I'm supposed to be coming home. W-why is no one here to pick me up?" I sniffled and scrubbed furiously at my eyes. I heard my mom gasp on the other end of the line and she instantly started apologising. "Honey, I am so sorry." I smirked. Sorry wasn't enough. It was never going to be. "Yea, mom that's great. Maybe I'll just walk home." I hung up and threw my phone back into my bag. This will probably go down as the worst day of my life.
