Rehabilitation (Luke Hemmings FanFiction)

Chapter 2

I stay up late Saturday night with my suitcases filled with my clothes, posters, books, and albums. I had to read over the rules which stated I could only bring my ipod and not any other electronics because they want us to focus on getting better and not focus on others peoples lives. Whatever.

I don't know what I'm supposed to be feeling. Just an ache.

I don't expect anyone to come and say goodbye to me. It's not like I have any real friends only the ones that invite me to parties. None before I am who I am now, and I thought I had friends, but that idea has quickly gone to shit.

My mother comes by my room. "Ingrid, you need to go to bed. Remember we have to get up early."

"Oh how could I possibly forget?" She sighs. "Well, I'm going to bed. Good night. I love you." I nod in response. She sighs again. All she does is sigh, not just breathing but it's one of those that mothers do when they're disappointed in you. That's what I am, a disappointment. If you look up the definition my name will surely be a synonym listed.

Sleep is haunting me so I decide to give in. This is the last night I'll be sleeping in my own bed until who knows when. I never sleep well, however that doesn't mean my bed isn't comfy.

As intended I wake up early. Apparently where my parents are sending me is in New York, 30 minutes away from the city and it's secluded and large, from what the brochure conveys. You never know though. Those things always lie. We live in Pennsylvania, so about a 4 hour drive. Fun!

An entire album later and many stops from fast food places later we come to these large steel gates. My dad confirms why we're here and we are let through the enormous gates.

The facility looks almost like a condo complex, but with a hospital twist on it. An older lady comes to our car and shows my father where to park. My pulse is increasing by the second. My family is actually sending me away to a rehab ward.

When I step out of the car the older lady smiles and is about to hug me, but I tense up and she moves back. "So this must be Ingrid," she says almost too excitedly.  I nod slowly. Without missing a beat she's walking away and beckoning us to follow.

After I take a tour of the facility, get assigned a room, and meet some of the staff who are supposed to "fix me." The lady (Mrs. Solsken) says I have 15 minutes to wish off my family. It only takes 5.

"Do you need any help finding your dorm again?" She asks. "Nope."

"That's perfectly fine, just remember your introduction session is tomorrow after lunch and the group meetings are every other day!" She says in her cheery lady accent. I just nod.

I reach my room, out of breath because I walked up three flights of stairs with two suitcases. When I unlock my door, I immediately feel a presence in the room. Cold chills spread through my body and my fight or flight mode is crashing.

On my bed sits a guy with blonde hair looking straight at me with a smirk. "Ah, I knew we would get a new one today." He states, but in an Australian accent?

"What are you doing in my room? Get out!" I press. But he ignores me. "So, what are you in here for? Anorexia, Depression, Anxiety, Suicidal, Narcotics, what?"

"Why do I think I would just tell a random  person, that broke into my room why I'm screwed up?" I say frustrated.

"M'names Luke. We're no longer strangers now, Ingrid."

"How-" I start. He stands up and leans so close to me I step back. "What are you-" I try again.

"Sex." He says smugly. "I'm in here for the eradicating addiction of sex."

Oh.