Rehab

so, what are you doing here?

"so...Gerard why are you in here?" I can tell from the way he rolled his eyes as he toom a sip from his coffee, that that was probably one of the most stupid things you could ask someone who's in rehab.

"Well, numb-nuts probably the same goddamn reason you're in here?" he says while inspecting the last dregs of his coffee; admittedly yes that was a very stupid thing to ask someone in rehab but, you cant blame me for trying to make conversation.

"your mom is overly worried at your partying habit's then?" I ask, trying to make myself sound not as pathetic as I felt.

"not my mom, my little brother, Mikey. and not 'partying habit's' as you put it, my lifestyle as a whole." he looked me in he eye as he put he cup on his tray and continued to speak "- and if it was just your partying habits you wouldn't be in this place; you're either deluded or playing it down."

I take a sharp breath, that kinda hurt, I don't know why though.

"w-what do you mean?" I ask, feeling slightly nauseous

"listen, you only get in here if you are in fact a danger to yourself. they only let people in here with medical records to support the seriousness of their problem; so my guess is that, sweetheart you're as fucked up as the rest of us" he states getting up and walking towards the bins.

ouch, just ouch. there was no reason for that.

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after id eaten, it was my free time until nine so may as well go an get some fresh air.

the courtyard is a designated smoking area, which is pretty lenient means this is a serious rehab institute.

my eyes automatically reach Gerard. That asshole. He clocks me and gestures me over with a nod, s I go over.

"before you go away I want to apologise about the way I spoke to you in the cafeteria, there was no need for that, I am sorry" he says as he pats the concrete next to him

"ill forgive you if you bum me a cigarette" I chuckle as I slump down next to him;

"see, I'm not such an ass wipe as I came off earlier I just had a rough few days here that's all. No excuse to take it out on you of course." he mumbles as he gets a cigarette out for me and hands it over; I take a drag and let the nicotine fill my lungs, which was automatically some form of release from the stress of today.

after ten minutes of puffing cigarettes im getting tired, so I say goodbye to Gerard and head back to my room.

let the hell of the night begin.

AUTHORS NOTE; I don't condone smoking or drug use in any form, don't do drugs kids