This is finally the time of week when I don't have to hide. My mom went to pick up her weekly groceries. However, this time felt different. Often times I would get the chills. Something made me look in the kitchen from afar. A cherry red color was beaming off of the counter. I could have sworn it was my Mom's drugs. However, my conscince told me to move closer to it. It turned out to be my moms phone. She brought it everywhere. How could she have just left it here out in the open? This was a sign. She wanted me to call the rehab center. I knew I had to help.
I bolted upstairs, my feet pitter-pattered below me. I didnt know how much time I had before the devil came home. My mom didn't allow me to have a phone. She thought I would get myself into devious trouble. Which is kinda ironic coming from her. I zipped open my backpack, ripped out my agenda and flipped to the 5th page. There it was in hot pink highlighter Sunshine Rehab Center #. I knew I had to work fast, I knew secretly my mother wanted me to.
"Hello! Sunshine Rehab center this is Lorie speaking how may I help you?" I began to tell the angelic voice on the other side of the line my story and how much help my mom really needed. This was a new chapter in life, and maybe just maybe it would lead up to a magical fairy tail ending. It was set. My mother would be headed off to rehab to get better. She would be leaving later on this evening, she just didn't know it yet. I called Gammy to figure out a way to secretly get her there. I then deleted the recent calls just so my mom wouldnt then ask questions.
The door slammed shut. As my my entered, the room began to smell of alcohol and tobacco. I knew this wasn't just any ordinary shopping trip. There was a new vapor shop just a few minutes away from the grocery store. My mom must have gone in there and tried out anything and everything that would suit her elegant drug smoking self. She started to hobble towards the couch, suddenly she fell asleep. This was my chance.
I called my gammy, she would be coming to pick up my mother soon. But until then, I have to mentally and physically prepare myself. I had to pack. My grandma was coming, and I was leaving this house.. soon. I grabbed my biggest duffel and shoved clothes in my bag. A tear streamed down my cheek. This plan could totally backfire. She could wake up in the car.
"Rowan think positive, this will all work out" I kept telling myself. All of a sudden, I saw my grandma's car and knew this plan was in action. She came in a helped me pick up my mother and bring her to the car. This plan was devious, but once she wakes up in rehab, we will be off the hook.
The car ride was long and silent. Any sudden noise could wake my mom up. And her waking up could mean another small bit of living hell for me. Finally after 20 long anxious minutes, I saw the Sunshine Center's bright yellow sign. I'm finally off the hook.
My mom was brought in on a wheelchair and was taken into her room. I said goodbye, even though I knew she couldn't hear me. Even though my mom sucked, I'm going to miss her. Let's just say this 4 month treatment was going to be the longest period of time in my life.
Sunshine acadamy doesnt allow family visitations because that could possibly make the patients relapse. I started to become nervous. This was the best thing for my mom, and I knew that in my heart. But right after we pulled away, I started to regret everything.
