Battling Our Addictions

[Rhianna]

Here you go!

 

[Rhianna]

((I will start )


The snow fell lightly as a young woman slept peacefully in her bathtub with a half a bottle of Whiskey floating on top of the now ice cold water. She was shivering, unaware that the heat in her apartment had shut off during the middle of the night, rendering her frost bitten. To her delight, she was greeted by the howls of her Labrador, George. Irritated by this indication that he needed to be fed, she quickly turned in the bathtub, disturbing the still water that filled a little more than half of it. This action made what seemed like buckets of water spill onto the white tiled ground. The girl's face fell into the rocky water as well, causing the girl to wake up frustrated, naked, and wet. "Shit." she gurgled into the water, placing both shaky hands on the sides of the tub to pull herself up into a sitting position, mocking the movements of a newborn child. As a result, the Whiskey bottle toppled over the tub and onto the ground as well, forcing the woman to become angry. "Fuckin' great!" she announced, peering over to her dog who was sitting patiently outside of the bathroom

 

[Llorrie]

It had been a crazy night for Lauren, it was not her first time in a secnario where she had to deal with her weed dealer and his company, but it was how fully her last encounter. Often it resorted to violence, this time it ended with Lauren grabbing a nearby bong and smashing it over one of the guys heads before dashing out of the apartment. She returned home with a shared of glass stuck in her hand, she wrapped it and decided to take a bowl before going to the hospital, 1) because she craved it, 2) because she felt like it would make the pain subside while driving, and 3) because she NEEDED it, it was like her body was going insane without it, she felt like shit without drugs, and with them she could let her mind wander.


So Lauren blazed, and on the way to the doctors, she found herself driving dangerously and ended driving her car into a ditch to avoid hitting a deer crossing the road, in Colorado where she was from, it was pretty common for that to happen, but she was too slow with her reaction, she found herself at the hospital with more than just a simple hand injury.


She woke up about 7 hours later, her head was concussed, however her body was in pretty good shape, no major broken bones except two fingers and a concussion, however the legal damage had been done, she was found with large amounts of weed in her blood and sentenced to rehab and trafficking school, something her parents wholeheartedly agreed upon.

 

[Rhianna]

Violet huffed a little as she forced herself out of her cracked, porcelain bathtub. The floor was ridden with broken glass fragments as well as a huge puddle of whiskey permeated water.


"This is going to be a bitch to clean." she muttered, noticing herself in the mirror. She was drenched from head to toe in alcohol, nothing about her seemed clean. Violet examined her facial features, which were hollowed out, due to the problem that she hasn't really been sleeping lately. "Aren't I the epitome of health!" she sarcastically rejoiced, stumbling out of the bathroom, ignoring the giant mess she had just created. She was about to pour herself a bowl of month old cereal when she heard her doorbell sound. She let out a breath of irritated air and put a hand up to her head. It hurt her terribly, she was feeling the lasting affects of last night's events. The door went off once more. "Okay, okay!" she yelled out, which probably wasn't good for the roaring sensation in her head.


Still naked, she managed to waltzed over to one of the windows. Still in a drunken daze, she pulled off one of the drapes to wrap herself in it. The doorbell kept sounding and she was becoming angrier. The small framed girl then walked over to her door and proceeded to open it. She was was surprised when she was greeted by her mother and brother, rather than her boyfriend, Allan. "Oh! Hey guys!" she said to them cheerfully, noticing that they were staring at her makeshift dress.

 

[Llorrie]

It was supposed to be Lauren's first day of rehab, she was scared, but calm at the same time. She didn't know what to expect and knew that this whole process was just political, Lauren didn't admit she was an addict, even though she was one, but she saw it as recreational use age and not harmful to her body. She was scared to see all the crack heads and Scarface Meth addicts that she would see here, those people were the ones that she was afraid of, not of herself.

 

[Rhianna]

The girl's family then abruptly took her by the arm and began to walk to the front entrance of her apartment building. "Where the hell are you taking me?!" Violet question, her tone serious and low. She was thoroughly perplexed by the situation, and she hadn't even changed yet. Her brother, Chris shook his head in disappointment, her mother copying his actions. "You have a serious problem. You're an addict, Vi." her brother announced, his voice sad and filled with loneliness. When they reached her front door, her brother gave a deep sigh. "You're going to rehab to get better." he added grimly, her mother not saying anything. Violet was confused and deeply irritated. "What? Me? An addict? You must be joking." the red-headed girl commented humorously, knowing this had to be a joke.


~Time skip to a few hours later~


Well, it wasn't a joke. It was real, she was real, and this shit hole of a rehabilitation center was real. Violet found herself being given a baby pink sweater and navy blue sweatpants. She frowned at the equally as bored lady, who didn't even bother to look in her direction. She was still wearing her drape-dress, her mother using this as a reason to convince the faculty of the facility that she had a serious problem. And it worked.

 

[Llorrie]

Lauren walked into the center, parents next to her, she looked at them with a disappointing look and they gave the same look back. "No other way?" she asked, hopefully, although she had already tried countless times before, it was on a legal document that she had to serve this time instead of jail time. They solemnly shook their heads, "Yeah, I guess I figured as much," she said, nervously chuckling and rubbing her left arm with her right hand. The family pressed on, entering the facility and checking in with the secretary, she was separated from her parents after a lengthy introduction and brought into a waiting room with several other people sitting in chairs, already waiting. Some of them looked terrible, scarred skin and bruises, others looked like they had just been let out from school and they loved coming here. The experience was strange for her, she didn't know what to think of the death on her right and the sunshine on her left, so she took a neutral seat away from both sides.

 

[Rhianna]

After fumbling to try to put on her new "fashionable" clothing, Violet exited the bathroom with a frown on her face. Her head was killing her, due to the fact that she had a massive hangover. She then remembered there was still a tub filled with water and whiskey back at her apartment. God could she use a drink right about now. Knowing that her family was still signing her into the rehab, the girl strolled to the waiting room, her pink sweater itching her like crazy. "Could they have given me anything more uncomfortable?" she asked herself, while passing an angry looking attendant. "Probably going through a withdrawal." she whispered to her giggling co-working, causing Violet to begin to pout. The red head then proceeded to push open the door, her hair disheveled and her eyes sunken in and tired looking. She practically looked like a heroine addict.

 

[Llorrie]

Lauren saw a few people trickle into the room, soon the brusies and smiles seemed to be meshed together in a clusterfuck of disorganization, but it's not like the secratary cared, she probably made a good wad of cash working this job and if anyone asked her what she did for a living she would seem like an angel. Lauren hated girls like that, older women that wore tight nurses outfits were not an exemption to her rulings, so from the start the lady behind the desk was on her bad side.


Around this time Lauren had realized that she had isolated herself, not that she really cared for any of these people, but the ones there to get better clumped up and the ones there that looked terribly damaged clumped up, smiles or bruises,. They formed cliques. But Lauren had no cliques, she wasn't damaged not had she wanted to be here, she just wanted to go home and maybe hit a bowl and watch Step Brothers or something, instead this is how she had to spend her Tuesday's, Wednesday's, Friday's and Saturdays. She crossed her arms and legs and leaned back in her plastic chair.

 

[Rhianna]

Violet plopped down in one of the broken looking chairs, hearing a creak in the plastic as she did this. Her mother couldn't have brought her to a celebrity rehab? You know, the ones with the giant swimming pools, massage rooms, and physical therapy? This rehab looked like an atomic bomb was dropped in it. Why anyone would work here she didn't know. The young woman shook her head disapprovingly and then raised her eyebrow when her name was called. "Violet Merranda?" a tired looking secretary called, rolling her eyes at the drapes, or makeshift dress, in her brother's hands. "Yes?" the grouchy girl responded to her, now beginning to stand and walk over to the counter. "Welcome to St. Catherine's Rehabilitation Center. We hope you enjoy your stay here with us for the next few months." she said, sounding as if she was reading it off of a script rather than making it up in her head. Violet let a breath escape her mouth, her eye beginning to twitch due to the problem that she felt like she was losing her mind. "You will be enrolled in our Alcoholics Anonymous program, you will receive no medication to help you cope. This program lasts for 24 weeks, and counting do to your mental state." she said irritably, judging Violet for her problems. The woman then looked up at her, examining Violet's facial features. "Any questions?" she asked the small framed womanly. Violet grinned back at her and place her hands on the metal counter. "Do you have any Whiskey here?" she asked, sounding like a smart-ass.

 

[Llorrie]

Lauren waited her turn, finally being pulled into a room with about 10 other people and one main director who was supposed to lead the whole group, she was in casual clothing and rounded us all up together, explaining that our group was full of people who "had potential" is what she told them, basically meaning 'Yall have fucked up thus far, but you can still be decent humans with a little bit of work' Or at least that's how Lauren interpreted it. She crossed her arms and stood there, trying to just get through this whole process in the least amount of time possible. The organizer said that the people were supposed to introduce themselves to each other on their own, although most of them had already done this, Lauren was unhappy either way, she just wanted to be at home. Slowly and meekly she started to say hello to the people around her, some were very reserved, only really answering the questions that She asked them, and others wanted to explain their whole life story with how they got here and why they want to repay the damages they have done. Lauren was not like either of these people, the damaged or the scarred, they had destroyed their entire lives through drugs, Lauren hadn't, and that only increased her agitation, she wasn't supposed to be here.

 

[Rhianna]

Violet was considered to be the typical smart-ass amongst her friends, she always had a come back for everything and never really took anyone's comments seriously. So this whole rehab thing was just a practical joke in her eyes. When they gathered her into a dingy looking room she shook her head in disappointment once more. She was going to have to get used to the look of disapproval. The red-headed girl sat down in an even more uncomfortable chair than before, grunted in an unknown pain as she did this. She really could use a shot right now. This would have been the time where she would be stalking around the local bars that were located near her apartment building. Violet rolled her green eyes when the group began to introduce themselves, huffing when they got around to her. She hesitantly stood up, for she knew that she was going to be silently ridiculed anyway. "Um hey, I'm Violet. People call me an alcoholic, but I do not think that it true." she said confidently, scratching her left arm with her right hand. "I prefer to use the term overly-dependent." Violet added humorously, although no one seemed to laugh. What a bunch of assholes.

 

[Llorrie]

It was Lauren's turn now, and she didn't know what to say, she probably should have been preparing something along the way, but didn't really care that much about this whole thing. "Hi everyone, my name is Lauren,


And in here on a court mandate, it was either this or prison,. So I guess that's an easy pick." She let out a small giggle, but with no response, tough crowd, first, pink sweater girl got shut down and now her. This room seemed more dead that it looked, like all their brains had been fried, considering how they were all drug and alcohol users, she guessed that, that wasn't too far fetched of an idea to explain the behavior.

 

[Rhianna]

Violet sat back down, the chair cracking once more underneath her added wait. She secretly hope it collapsed to she could sue this place and use the money to buy a lifetime supply of booze and maybe a mansion somewhere in Manhattan. It didn't though, which sent a frown gliding on her face. She crossed her right leg over her left again folded her hands over her knees to actively listen to the girl next to her communicate with the group. When she told a joke, Violet noticed that no one seemed to laugh again. So, to appease her neighbor, she began to laugh in a fake tone. "You guys are such dicks, you didn't laugh at that obvious attempt to seem funny!" she yelled out, their faces expressionless. They looked like zombies, except with drool leaking out of their mouths instead of blood.

 

[Llorrie]

Lauren was shocked that pink sweater girl had spoken up, and in such a rude manner, Lauren didn't know what to say, nor did any of the people in the circle. She gave off a nervous laugh and rubbed her arm, "Hahaha, no it's fine, really, it was quite a dumb attempt to be funny." she said sitting back down, she was embarrassed, and cringing for not only herself but for the pink sweater girl. Lauren spoke up "next person you are free to go." she made eye contact with the person sitting next to her and motioned for her to go first.


Lauren disliked that someone had pointed out her dumb comment, but she also admired that someone had stood up for her. She wished she had been listening when the people introduced themselves, she couldn't remember the girls name, Viola? not like the instrument, but who would name their daughter that? she scratched her head and tried to remember.

 

[Rhianna]

Violet crossed her arms over she chest and chuckled to herself. Maybe this experience was going to to be fun after all. All she had to do was call people out on their actions and watch amusingly as they embarrassed themselves. Come to think about it, maybe Violet did have some deep rooted problems. Who else laughs at another person's misery? Okay, psychopaths do, Violet wasn't a killer though. She just liked Whiskey a little too much. Lauren was different though, her aura was quiet and vulnerable. Weed tends to do that to you, you know. In an attempt to sort of apologize for her shitty comment, Violet leaned over to face her neighbor. "Hey, I'm Violet." she whispered to her, holding out her hand to shake hers. She almost instantly took notice that this girl was insanely attractive, which made Violet even more thrilled to be speaking with her. "I wanted to apologize for what happened just now. I didn't mean to make you turn red." she added, letting out a small sigh of relief as she got that off of her chest.

 

[Llorrie]

Lauren was already upset, but this beautiful pink sweater-ed girl named Violet made her blush even more. "Oh don't even, it's nothing You're fine." Lauren sort of panicked when she spoke. Violet looked like one of the normal ones, the ones that you can question why they are even at the facility. "Im Lauren" she said, after calming herself, she gave a small smile, she didn't even know why she was happy, maybe because she had finally met someone normal and down to earth like her. She reached her hand out and extended it toward Violet to shake hands.

 

[Rhianna]

Violet flashed this young woman a genuine smile and proceeded to shake her hand. When she retreated, she continued to half listen to what the other members of the group were saying. One of them went on a tangent about how we should all start preparing for the apocalypse. Hey, at least one person in this dysfunctional circle was productive. She sighed at this poor girl, who looked as if she had been hit by a truck several times. "Yeah, I kinda got the hint that your name was Lauren." Violet whispered to her in an amused tone, dropping her hands back to her sides. She really could have used a drink right about now, a stiff one at that. From the way things were currently going, this group session was going to take at least an hour.

 

[Llorrie]

Lauren was flustered, she didn't know what exactly to tell this girl, though she desperately wanted to continue this interaction, not because she cared or anything, but rather it was more amusing than what the rest of the time she had spent in the facility, which totaled about 1 hour so far. Lauren leaned over and decided to try and keep the conversation going, whispering to Violet, "What are you in for?" she gave a small little chuckle. Meanwhile the person speaking was mentioning how heroine ruined their life, Lauren felt a little bad for being so insincere, but she was more interested about just having a good time.

 

[Rhianna]

Violet rolled her eyes at the people speaking, she felt nothing for them. To her, they were lying just to seek attention. She shrugged her shoulders and nodded to herself like an insane person. Maybe wanting an audience wasn't such a bad thing? She understood why people did it. She drank for attention sometimes, well maybe all the time. She grinned when Lauren spoke to her again. She was beginning to take a liking to this girl. "Oh you know, being a so called alcoholic." she told her honestly, adjusting herself in the cracked seat once again. She really, really wanted it to break. "I woke up naked in my bathtub this morning with Whiskey poured all over me." she added, throwing in some humor when she said this. It wasn't funny though, this whole situation wasn't a joke.

 

[Llorrie]

" oh well, that's rather something." She said, not knowing really how to respond to a comment like that, it's not like So many people told Lauren about the time when they were naked and taking a bath, the first time they met Lauren. So she just accepted that fate and decided to try and move past that, she listened to the other speakers and this one really peaked Lauren's interest, mostly because this one was the last one that had to speak before everyone had introduced themselves, Lauren remained quiet and waited patiently, before finally being dismissed for lunch. She stood up and looked at Violet , "eat together?" She shrugged while she talked.