Bruised&broken (Jalex)

I can fix the future but the past is already broken

We left for the rehabilitation center at six in the morning and I'm sitting in the car fidgeting because I didn't get my fix. I was angry at nothing in particular and my dad knew this so didn't talk to me so I didn't snap. My mom didn't come because she is still Ill. I said goodbye to her before I left. It wasn't all that terrible because I knew I was coming back and I'd see her again.

As we approached the center I started to sit more alert. I handed over my cell phone because we are not allowed to them although they said I could have CDs and a radio but they have a CD player there so I had my countless amounts of CDs with me. Blink-182, new found glory, green day, and so on.

We got out of the car me being a little hesitant. We grabbed my bags and headed off to the building. It looked nice, very peaceful. It didn't look like if suffer much here.

"It looks nice, dad."

"Well, I got the best for my son. I'm doing this because I love you and I want you to go far in life. After this, you can go finish college and do something with your life instead of smoking it away." By the time he finished talking he was almost crying and so was I.

"I'm sorry I ever started this dad." I truly meant it though. Maybe I would actually have a life if I never started meth.

"You also have to promise me one thing jack," I nodded. I don't even know what it is but he gives the best advise. "I know you were on acid why you kissed Tay and I know Alex didn't know that. I know what drugs can do to your mind and I want you to promise me you'll go fix things with Alex. I don't know what kind of life he has or if he ever found someone else but fix it. Even if it just means you end on good terms or you guys end up together again. I know this is why you took up meth so why you get clean. Find Alex." I was crying and we hugged. Since I was over eighteen I didn't need my dad past the door. I already know I want to get better, just because of the slim chance I might get to see Alex again.

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I've been here for two weeks already and let me tell you that the first week was hell. Today they're telling me that I get a therapist after two weeks. I haven't had a therapist since I was thirteen. I was going though a hard time then.

They won't give me information on the person. They say we need to meet like a normal person but that just makes no sense to me but here I am right outside an office in the building, waiting to be called in. A slutty looking assistant called my last name and lead me to a room down a mazing set of hallways. How do doctors not get lost in these hallways?

"Right in here Mr. Barakat." I nodded then entered the room. I sat on the cliche looking couch against the wall next to a window. Not seconds later I heard the door open; I didn't look up though. I just sat there looking at my hands fiddling my thumbs. The thing that scared me was that he didn't have the slightest but of information besides my first name. The people here thought that being on a first name basis will help us actually be comfortable.

"Hello jack, I'm Alex Gaskarth and I'll be your therapist for the time in which you're here." My head up snapped at the name, we made eye contact and I attempted to make a b-line to the door but Alex got up faster and blocked it.

"Fuck" I practically screamed and just sat back down. This is awkward.

"I'm well, can I have your papers?" he questioned, approaching me cautiously, like if he were to walk up to me normally I'd die. I handed him my set of papers and sat there for five minutes as he looked them over. "So, the first thing we always do is discuss hi or why you got into the drug, yours being methamphetamine. So jack, why did you start?" I just sat there, I couldn't possibly tell him that he's the reason. That'd probably crush him.

I just shrugged. But the time that we knew each other, he knew that I wasn't telling him something.

"You have to tell me. It's something important towards you getting better." I finally. Got up the courage

"Umm, well, I took it up right after I graduated high school because you wouldn't let me tell you that I was on acid when I kissed Tay over the vacation so I fell into a depression and took up something that helped me forget about you..." I could see he face fall instantly.

"Jack, have you used your day out yet?" I shook my head. "Can you maybe, um, see me for coffee later on today?" I couldn't help the small smile on my face and responded.

"Yes."

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Ding dong, hello:) I just want to thank you guys because this story is over fifty reads so I'm happy:) this is where the story gets kind of happy again. Well maybe. Remember I'm not planing any of this so if I have a chance to make it bad again and make the story longer, sorry but trust me, I will. Happy reading:)