Rehab

chloe pt2

I snort laughing, even though i think shes serious.

"Chloe! I'm being serious with you right now, I cant cope with you drinking and using drugs i..I jus..i" she chokes up and breathes.."

Ugh. She is serious.
"Mom, i know ive gotten a little..uh.." i struggled to find the words before she cut me off
"Off the rails, chloe." So i guess that was that.

I feel like such a shitty daughter, she really dosent need this.

"okay mom" I say looking straight on;

Theres silence for about five minutes, I take this time to examine my hands. so boney, since when did they get so boney? since when did they become so bruised?since when did I forget what my hands looked like..?

We pull up at Deseree Isles Rehabilitation Centre. The name of this place is already making me feel the effects of withdrawal. ive been like what? 13 hours clean? yikes.. I look over to my bag and remember my secret pocket. I look over to my mum. I have an idea.

"mom?" I ask looking over at the reception door

"yeah sweetie? im sorry im doing this to you. I just cant cope, you need help, I love youa and an- ill come visit!" she cries anf holds her head in her hands. I rub her back

" im such a failure oof a mom" she cried even more..

"Mom stop that! youre making me get help, that's the complete opposite of failure" I look at her, and gesturetowards the doors again.

"go check me in. ill wait here just I just need a minute". She nods an carefully gets out the car;
"Im trusting you not to run off" she states with a forced chuckle.
"I won't run off" i roll my eyes an fold my arms across my chest.

Shes been in reception for a couple seconds now, just enough time to have a sip..  just a sip, nobody will know.

You'll know

Shut up brain.

You'll know, they'll find out.

An just as i was pulling the liqueur from my secret pocket- and mid argument with myself, my mom an two nurses stood at the door of the car. Fuck.

Told ya..

"Oh sweetie, thats really not a good start, is it now?" One of the nurses stated in a sickly sweet manner.
I sighed, i didn't want to argue or put up a fight, i will however proclaim my innocence in not drinking any
"I didn't drink any, i went too; didn't tho" i said, the words coming out a lot more childish than id have hoped.

"Thats still as bad sweetie" that same nurse said with a smile plastered on her face. I really don't like her already.
She grabbed the bottle off me an handed it the other nurse who stared at me.
I climbed out the car an gave my mom a big hug
"Ill come visit as soo-" the sickly sweet nurse cut her off
"Actually" she said before clearing her throat ;
"She cant have visitors for at least 6 weeks, so she can concentrate on getting clean- not worrying about family matters" she smiled at my mom an put a hand on my shoulder, I automatically jumped at her touch.

"Oh right, i see how it is" my mom said with a stiff upper lip
"Ill come an see you when i can baby, i love you" she sniffled an held me tight
"Bye mom i love you too" i sighed feeling the tears well up behind my eyes like a dam about to crumble.

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When i got settled in my room it wasn't too bad. Yeah, all the walls were gleaming white, as well as the highly polished marble floor. The nurses are all just as polished the floor, especially nurse Elizabeth, the nurse who patronised me in the car. Shes so sickly sweet, shes tall with bright blonde hair pulled tightly into a bun plopped on the top of her head, practically giving her a face lift; there was just something about her i didn't like. All that aside the best thing about this place is truly hearing the screaming junkies all hours of the day. Gotta love it. Not. penty of time to catch upon some sleep though.

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I awaken to nurse Elizabeth standing in the doorway,

"its 4pm Chloe, you need to go to the cafeteria." She states checking the watch that hung from her uniform pocket. 

"not hungry" I say, face planting my pillow as I do so.

I hear her footsteps grow closer until the pillow is sharply pulled from under me, and im pulled up by my arm, by the force of it I wont be surprised if she leaves bruises,

"what the hell, dude!" I screech as she drags me out the room, trying to stop dead in my tracks.

"you have to eat whether that means by your own hands or our feeding tube!" she glares at me. I pull my arm away and follow her down to the cafeteria.

"you have til 6 to eat and socialise then its your free time til nine" she blanky states, peering into the intimidating dining hall.

"okay" I sigh, I grab a sandwich and some fruit and look for an empty table. there isn't one, but there's a guy sitting on his own; ill go join him.

"uh is this seat taken?" I ask feeling stupid at how high school that sounded. he turned his head an glanced at me, then back to his food. I was surprised at how attractive he was; black messy hair, hazel eyes, and a ever so slightly droopy mouth.

"no, you can sit" he mumbles into his coffee. I sit and begin to eat my meal in silence that he breaks.

"name?" he asks still looking into his coffee

"Chloe, yours?"

"Gerard"