AMBW- Sweeter Than Honey

ℑ'𝔪 𝔄𝔫 𝔄𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔠

Mila

The building in front of me seemed run down and not at all like the sort of place where someone would go to get help for an addiction. But, the GPS on my phone seemed to disagree. I peered my head towards the side to get a better view of the faded address.

4736

I let out a deep sigh, "I guess this is the place."

I readjusted my duffel bag onto my shoulder and headed towards the entrance. I swung the door open and I couldn't help the uncontrollable coughs that followed. My face scrunched in repugnance at the smell of the room.

Jesus

There was no way actual people could live here.

I rung the bell on the seemingly abandoned secretary desk in front of me. Yet, no one came. I was definitely getting more and more spooked at this place. But, my options were limited. This place had to work out, it's my last hope.

"Hello?" I yelled.

I looked around the room and noticed a door further down the hall. I guess it can't hurt to check it out. With each step I took closer to the door the smell from earlier began to fade and suddenly all I could smell was the sweet, sweet, scent of coffee .

I pushed open the door and stepped into the room. It was completely different than what I expected. This room had yellow painted walls that shined as if they had been freshly painted, the floor looked like a mahogany wood, and the chairs in the middle of the floor were gathered in a circle.

There was no longer a doubt in my mind, this was definitely A.A.

I guess I was early to the meeting. I let out an enervated breath and placed my bag into the chair and made my way towards the coffee table. Normally, I don't drink coffee but today has already felt so long. The table in front of me had exactly seven cups, each marked with a different name and color.

The red cup apparently belonged to someone named Junji, the purple was to someone named BamBam, green was to a person named Mark, the black belonged to Jackson, Grey was to Lukas, orange belonged to a Mateo and lastly the gold-ish yellow was to someone named "V."

Guess I'll just pick the black cup, it was the most bearable color of the seven.

I picked up the coffee pot and began to pour it into the cup accidentally allowing a drop of the coffee to spill onto my hand.

Shit.

My finger burned so bad I dropped the pot and when I tried to catch it, it spilled all over my shirt.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" I yelped in agony.

After a few more seconds of cursing aloud the coffee began to cool down. Luckily, for me I chose yet again to wear a black top. But, I didn't like the idea of being sticky. I looked around the room and saw a restroom sign.

I should probably go in there to wipe off.

The restroom was the most colorful thing I have ever seen. The walls were neon and the toilet stalls were the same annoying yellow as the A.A. meeting room.

Who the fuck designed this place?

I grabbed a few paper towels to wet and began to clean myself up.

I sighed gazing up at my reflection in the mirror, "you are such a mess."

Suddenly, the room I had just left was filled with voices. I peeked out the door and saw guys walking into the room. All of them were smiling except for one.