Loving An Addict- TaaRey - Page 7

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Chapter 3

Sitting back on my stretcher I stared outside the window, it was a pretty bright day. I've been up for the past 20 minutes but didn't bother to walk out of the treatment room. In 24 hours I have snapped twice already, You never know where I'll pass out again.

"Wakie wakie rise and shine"

The same guy walked in with a tray of food. He was chirpy and smiling. I glanced at him head to toe, he was wearing the same blue uniform as I was. So is he a patient? Then why is he not in some therapy session? He sat next to me and lifted the bowl of steaming hot soup.

"this is the best one you can get in here," he stirred it.

I looked at him name badge once again, "Rey...you're the same guy who .."

"Yeah its me" he interrupted, "Here have some" he bought the spoon near my mouth.

The soup did smell good and I was starving since morning. My hands and joints were still hurting so I opened my mouth and gulped it quickly.

"You've broken our rehab's records..congratulations" he stirred the soup once again, "you passed out for 9 hours!!!"

He gave a soft laugh and blinked his eyes several times. I opened my mouth once again as he feed me some more soup.

"How long have you been here?" I asked curiously

"Almost 8 months now"

"Are you a patient?"

He looked up at me with a smile and nodded his head in a yes. I took a deep breath in and quickly glanced at the door. How can he be so normal?

"Where do you get it from?" I furrowed my eyebrows

He got confused and stared at me for few seconds, then looked at the bowl and raised his eyebrows,

"Owh the soup!! I got it from the canteen! Its on the mezzanine floor. The staircase towards our left once you head out from your room. Don't worry, I'll show you around once your fine and .."

"I mean the drugs" I interrupted in a firm tone, "where do you get it from?"

He giggled for a few minutes, "We don't do drugs here!!"

"Don't put up this act infront of me! You're telling me you've been off drugs for 8 months and yet managed to be all sane and happy?" He was kidding me and I knew it. I had to find out whose helping him so that I can get some help as well.

He pressed his lips and smiled, "I get it from here" he whispered as he pointed out to his head, "Its all in here! I monitored and learned to control my mind and now...the drugs don't control me anymore"

I rolled my eyes, "I know you're hiding it from me. But don't worry I'll find it out soon" I challenged him.

He just smiled and fed me some more soup.

-----few hours later

I walked with him through the empty corridors and stepped inside the medication room. There were around 15 people in a que ahead of me. I sighed out of irritation and turned to walk back,

"Now what on earth is this que for?"

"Our medication" he answered calmly

I flinched my eyebrows, "You mean our daily dose of limited drugs?"

"Nope" he nodded, "medication so that we can deal with our withdrawal symptoms"

I felt my heart sink for a second. Withdrawal symptoms, the word itself is a curse to all addicts. I gulped as I stood in the que and he stood behind me. I watched each person pass by me after taking the medication. Some had puffy eyes, rashes on their skin, and wounds on their arms.

"How bad is it? The withdrawal symptoms?" I asked him as I stared at the counter girl who was giving them the medicines

"You feel insane, start imagining things, hallucinating, cravings, you throw up etc etc" he spoke up from behind.

"even after taking these medication?" I asked

"these will just help us get through it"

I gulped as I watched another addict walk past me. Why did my family send me here? So that I go through all this pain and misery?I rubbed my forehead as I reached the counter, the nurse put in some coloured pills in the little plastic cup. I stared at it for few seconds and immediately swallowed it. I turned and watched Rey take his medicines and the waved a goodbye to the nurse.

"What!!" he complained as he caught me staring at him.

I just frowned and began to walk away. He followed me and we started our journey to our next session which was called as inner self foundation. Lamest thing I've ever heard. We were made to sit on the floor opposite each other in the room which looked pretty much like a kindergarten class with colorful bright posters all over. Some handmade pictures, paintings etc. It was bright and the windows were open for some fresh breeze to come in.

Rey as expected sat opposite me! Now we were asked a series of questions and are supposed to tell the answer to the person. I rolled my eyes as I stared at rey who seems to be an expert in this! Obviously, he has had these sessions like a million times maybe!!

Within a few seconds our first question was bombarded on us,

"If you could wave a magic wand, what positive changes would you make happen in your life? "

I smirked, "Magic wand?? Where are we? In Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry?"

He began to giggle, "You have an epic sense of humor"

I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath in, "Just answer some bull crap now so that we can end this session quickly" I pleaded.

He smiled and gave a soft laugh as he pretended to think. I knew he was doing this on purpose so I began to answer to him,

"I would kill my step mother and her daughter"

He raised his eyebrows as if he was surprised, "You were suppose to make a positive change"

"That's positive" I argued, "if they're dead means I'll never get into drugs and then nothing bad happens with my life...see...positive change!!"

"Then Miss Taani I'll have to use my magic wand to help you escape from prison because your getting a death sentence and no one will be able to rescue you"

I pouted out of irritation and stared at him as he looked back at me.

"so you're into drugs because of your step mother and step sister?"

I immediately looked elsewhere, I scratched the back of my neck as I ignored his question and thank fully out instructor asked us our next question.

"What makes you most afraid? Being left? Being loved? Being needed? Not being needed?"

"These questions are not helping!" I murmured.

He rubbed his chin as he began answering, " I fear being needed and then being left alone again"

I glanced at him, he had a point! That would actually be scary! That was exactly what happened to me. My mom needed me and then suddenly left me alone.Victor needed me and then all of sudden he left me, And now my dad left me alone.

"I don't fear that anymore" I answered him back, "I've been through that and so I know how it feels and I'm okay with that"

He smirked, "No you're not! You are horrified with that feeling of not being needed"

I tilted my head out of arrogance, "I said I'm not afraid of it"

He smiled, "Then why are you in a drug rehab center? Its because you were scared and you took drugs to make you feel powerful so that you don't feel afraid. Come on, we are all crack headed people here!! I understand what you're going through. "

I stared at his annoying little face and then gulped, "Stop acting as if you're the counselor. We are just supposed to answer the questions and not lecture each other about moral support!!"

"We are supposed to help each other too"

I sighed, "Well, I didn't hear that when the instructions were being read"

"That's the whole purpose of this session, helping each other" he defended.

"Then screw this session because I don't want to be helped." I was about to stand up when he grabbed my arm.

"If you walk out of here, they will put you for the other intense session and trust me you don't wanna be there!"

I turned around and sighed, "Atleast you wont be there, so I'll manage!!"

I shrugged his hands off mine and stormed out of the room. I could deal with all of the crap sessions but his voice and presence was annoying me to the core

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Chapter 4

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