rehab//m.c

secret garden

authors note: listen to flawless by the nbhd while reading this chapter pls xo

//nicole//

as i sat on my laptop scrolling through my tumblr in my comfy pjs, the front door opened, startling me.

michael walked in like nothing happened.

"michael!" i shrieked. "you cant just barge in like that. god dammit.." i mumbled.

he let out a small laugh before saying "are you ready for your first therapy session today? katy told me to come down and get you."

"shit." i mumbled under my breath before stumbling shakily out of my bed and going towards my closet.

i picked out some skinny jeans and a plain white flowy t shirt with a black cardigan over and boots.

"you forgot didnt you?" he laughed.

"no. just.. uh, was about to get ready! thats all." i said making up lies.

"mhm" he said rolling his eyes with sarcasm.

i stumbled towards the bathroom with my clothes still half asleep as i looked in the mirror. i looked a mess.

i quickly slipped on my clothes and brushed out my long hair heaving it down and applied a small amount of mascara.

"come on you need to go or youll be late!" i heard michael yell from outside the bathroom.

"alright, alright im coming!" i made a few small adjustments.

i walked out the bathroom and grabbed my purse before michael walked behind me.

"so where is this therapy anyways?" i said.

"follow me."

. . .

"so nicole, start out with telling me why you wanted to start taking drugs." the therapist said with no emotion at all.

i could see her cracked lips covered with caked cherry lipgloss and little flakes of powder on her cheeks.

she had no interest in me at all, or helping me. for all this was to her was another fucked up kid that shes getting paid for asking a bunch of silly questions that will do me no good.

i played along and tried not to be a bitch.

"i started drugs because of school, stress maybe." i said.

again with no emotion she said "have your parents been divorced?" she asked.

"nope." i answered with twiddling my thumbs back and forth.

she grabbed a few what looked like black and white photos.

"okay nicole now im going to hold up some pictures and you tell me what you see."

i rolled my eyes before glancing at what seemed to be splattered black paint over a white canvas.

"i dont know .. a dead butterfly?" she jotted something down in her notepad.

i felt like anything i said would go against me.

and so it went on, the useless therapy session that made me not want to be here even more.

i was twirling my hair between my fingers before the door slowly opened and michael came in smiling.

whenever i saw his smile, it was like i felt butterflies form in my stomach. his smile was honestly contagious, and i couldnt help but smile too.

before michael could say anything, the lady simply said "therapy is over. see you tomorrow."

"come on nicole lets go!" michael said grabbing my arm.

"what? michael where are you taking me?" i said before he led me to a beautiful and what looked like abandoned garden.

"oh my god." i said.

the view was honestly breathtaking. beautiful.

"i brought them back to life. i mean i found this place about a year ago and replanted some things and wa-la!" he smiled.

i smiled at him and wrapped my arms around him.

"oh mikey this is so amazing i love it so much!" i said happily.

i felt his heart beat faster when my arms were around him and he kept smiling.