Sobriety House // Brendon Urie

three // fairy tale of a girl name Janie

a.n. // if you read this, you are amazing. does anyone have any suggestions on how to get their stories to obtain more reads?? i don't even know if my shits good but i'm totally down to clown if anyone has advice or shout outs for me! xoxo

Monday // August 25th // late afternoon

I have never been to this part of LA before. I felt like I had entered an alternate universe. Yes, it was the same warm weather and bright lights but my energy was dying. I have driven around the nicer parts of LA before with my friends but for some reason entering this hustle and bustle today felt exhausting. I clearly didn't feel like I belonged. I stared out the window taking in a whole new world. We drove up through the hills a bit and entered an area surrounded by tall white fences. The driver whom picked me up from the rehab center waved his fancy little card at the gate to gain entrance.

This house was amazing. It was interesting. It seemed a little older with its craftsman style exterior and the beautiful front porch. I stepped out in the fresh air to see the amount of land this place had. I was overwhelmed surprise seeing this place be the way it was. To be honest I pictured a glorified nursing home for so-called addicts. Nope. This looked like a upper class house with a couple of add-ons.

People are probably wondering why I ended up at this nice estate.

Let me sum up a glamorous fairy tale of a girl name Janie (not to be mistaken with my name Jane). Mommy and daddy have lots of money. Baby Janie is the embarrassing art student who is going to school on her own dime while older brother goes to school to be a surgeon. Janie will suffer lots of debt. Janie makes "mistakes" with "drugs" and struggles with what people say is "addiction". Parents don't want Janie sent back home so they send Janie to most private, nicest possible sober house to keep her out of their hair and off of their glorious marble floors.

Sounds dumb right? When I needed something for my future and my aspirations my parents were nowhere to be found. They put me on the streets with my "silly dreams". But now you see, I was kicked out of school. Thus, loss of financial aid. Thus, loss of living expenses. Thus, parent not wanting their loser daughter home or their perfect reputation tarnished with a homeless offspring.

So here I am at this beautiful home which will cause me, the drama queen, endless suffering for the next four months. My parents probably are telling their friends I am taking a break from school to go on a missions trip to Nicaragua. I pull my suitcases and bags up to the front steps and ring the door bell.

Take a deep breath Jane. Maybe you will make a friend...maybe this will be like a little vacation.

Lost in my thoughts the door creaks open and I see a young guy, probably not much older than me answer the door. He was a lot taller than my 5'3 frame and his slicked back dark brown hair made him stand even taller. I didn't know what to say. He was pretty handsome. Dressed in a red tropical print short sleeve button down and a pair of black skinny jeans, he was quite stylish too.

Oh shit. Jane. You're staring. He gave me a slight smirk making me drift back down to earth.

I cleared my throat, "Uhh. I am Jane Rosen and I am supposed to be moving in today." I looked down hoping this moment would end.

"Come on in. I'll get the big guy" he smiled a little softer this time helping me grab a bag and my portfolio.

I stepped inside looking around this gorgeous home. I mean it when I say home. It looks extremely homey and inviting inside. It had lots of character, warm colors, and a lovely staircase that traveled up in front of me. It was nice don't get me wrong but I need to keep in mind what I am actually here for and I begin to get flustered and irate again.

A man a little bit shorter than door greeter I just ran into jogged up to me. He looked about 40 and his arms were covered in tattoos. "Hiya! my name is Steve. I am the main coordinator in the house. I will be the one getting you registered today."

He gestured me into a small office off of the main corridor and I immediately plopped down. I figured I might as well make myself at home if I am gonna be stuck here. I handed him a folder of papers my nurse lady gave me before I left purgatory.

"Alright, alright, alright" he smiled clearly referencing Matthew McConaughey. I kept my straight face and cold stare as he cleared his throat and began again. "Okay. So Jane Leanne Rosen. 25 years old." I gave him an obvious nod. Uhm yeah? what's it to ya?

"And?" I tried to break silence as he read over my file.

"Detox...48 hours...that's rough. Could've been worse girlie." I rolled my eyes. Yeah sure, like it wasnt 48 hours of HELL. "Sedative drugs?"

"I prefer the terms medications to assist my anxiety and mental well-being" I corrected.

His face twisted a bit. "Ha. Yeah if used properly. You are in here for abusing them. Some which weren't prescribed to you which means...I prefer the term...illegal" Okay. So sassmaster Steve has balls. Well I guess it makes sense. I can't imagine the kind of people he deals with in here.

I just rolled my eyes and leaned back into the leather cushion.

"Jane. We are here to help you over come addiction and abuse of specific substances"

I audibly obnoxiously laughed. "Okay! I see where you're getting at except for the fact that you don't know me nor care for me and I am not addicted to anything except iced coffee and my work."

He just ignored me and turned around in his swivel chair to grab a light pink paper off the printer. "Hot off the press! Here is your schedule. This will be followed at least for the first two weeks and then it can be up for discussion."

I glanced down at the warm paper reading the tacky typeface.

Jane Leanne Rosen, intake: M. August 24th 4:56PM.

I stopped reading as soon as looked at the first day. "So I have to meet with a therapist every other day alternating with group therapy? Like what is this AA?" I glanced up and continued. "I meet a nurse twice a day everyday..." I was grumbling at this point.

"Yes. You must follow this schedule. Believe it or not this schedule is much more lenient than what some of the other get, I'll have your roommate Charlotte show you to your room, go over rules, and help get you introduced to the others."

Roommate? I feel like I am in girl scout camp. A gorgeous girl walked into the room and before I new it she was shaking my hand. I like to observe people. I like to study features. Maybe its the artist in me. She had long honey brown curled hair and tan skin. The brightest blue eyes I had ever seen to contrast her skin and a small button nose. I was a little intimated to be honest. She looked like the type of girl that would bully me when I was younger. She had on a yellow sundress and white wedges to make her even taller than her model-like height.

"H-hi" I nervously spoke looking down. I had on a pair of black leggings and an over sized sweater on with my black converse as a staple. Polar. Opposites.

"Hello! You must be Jane; I am Charlotte. You can call me Lottie!" I questioned her at first. I was hesitant to open to her but her kindness surprisingly seemed genuine.

She helped me carry my bags upstairs to our room. This house was actually a little smaller than I imagined. I glanced down the hallway and only saw maybe 7 or 8 different rooms. Our room was second from the staircase and we actually had our own bathroom. The room was relatively large and felt roomy enough. We each had full beds and Charlotte's side of the room was covered with pictures of whom I am assuming are her sorority sisters. Splashes of Tiffany blue and baby yellow were all over her side. Floral patterns, glitter, and chevron was everywhere. Surprisingly she had it decorated in a tasteful way and it was clean so I didn't feel the need to complain quite yet. There was a beautiful balcony and even a corner with a desk I could see working on my art.

Maybe hell will cool down a bit.

a.n. // Hope it was aiiiiight. Brendon has made a slight appearance. Chapters may get a little long like this from here on out! Thanks if ya read it. and please like I said earlier. HELP ME find out how to get reads! thanks loves.