addicted [h.s]

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Drugs.

They became my addiction for over six months and they unfortunately landed me in this hell hole, also known as rehab.

Sure, I may have been out of control that night just a few weeks ago, but it sure as hell was fun to say the least.

As I sat here in their plush red couch staring at the utterly plain walls of this far from extravagant place, I couldn't help but want a cigarette in my mouth as I breathed in the soothing smoke before coiling it back out. When I was a child I'd always thought those things were disgusting, but now they seemed to become my little escape from reality. People can tell me how many chemicals they have inside them and I still won't give a single fuck, the thing still relaxing me more than a jog or walk in the park.

I remain slouched even as the office door opens, just another doctor popping his head inside. "You can follow me now." He says, friendly tone in his voice which I boiled down to being bullshit.

Instead of complaining I stood up, following him into the hallway with my combat boots clanking against the hardwood floor with each step. He stopped once I was besides him, sticking out his hand as I less than eagerly shook it. "I am Dr. Shooster, and you are?" He said with a wide smile, also most likely fake. I decided I would call him Shoe, not liking how his name would sound coming out of my mouth.

"My name is Luna Cambridge, which you probably already knew from that stack of papers under your arm." I guess, watching as he shrugs before continuing down the hall. My shoes squeak as we turn a corner, making it to a large room with a circle of chairs in the middle. Great.

"This will be your first group session here Luna, if you don't want to share this time that's alright but after this you will be expected to." He says before telling me to sit in any chair I'd like. I sit in the one closest to me, wondering how long this shit will take. Shoe leaves right after that, and almost immediately other patients start filing inside the room. They each take their seats, each looking just as messed up as me.

A man with long hair just below his shoulders walks into the room wearing an army jacket and kakis. He takes a seat in the only empty chair left, "welcome back everyone, I believe we have a new member today." He turns to me with a smile, "what would your name be, love?"

"Luna," is all I say. I don't feel like pouring my heart out to these people, or even really saying anything at all.

The man nods, seeming used to the short answer, "my name is Jared, and will everyone please share their names for Luna to become acquainted with you all."

Now the other messed up teens around the circle are saying their names, and I don't particularly pay attention until a rasped voice says his, "Harry."

I look up to find his pleasant green eyes already looking at me, not seeming to care enough to look away once I've caught him. He wears a white t-shirt and tight black jeans, probably suffocating what's underneath them. His jaw is perfectly accentuated and curly brown hair is pushed back by a navy blue headband, allowing his emerald eyes to stand out immensely. I smile at the ground before allowing my eyes to trail up him again, only to find his lower lip pulled between his teeth once I get to his face. When Jared asks either of us to share we both immediately say no, eyes reconnecting not long after.

We continue like this until Jared lets us know the group session is over, everyone dispersing immediately. I can't help but feel some sort of attraction between myself and this Harry character, wondering how good he is in bed. I've had my fair share of hookups, people back home knowing me as the school slut which I take as a compliment to be honest.

As I walk out the door of the conference room a hand grips my arm, it's the same boy I'd let my eyes roam over for the past couple of minutes. "Why'd your parents call you Luna?" Is the first thing he asks me, and I laugh.

"I was conceived during a lunar eclipse, it was pretty special I guess." I say before turning on my heel and continuing down the hall. He doesn't seem to give up though as he speeds up to be able to walk besides me.

"You want to share a splif? I just got one and you look like you could use it." He offers, and I turn to look him in the eye.

"How the hell did you get Mary Jane in here?" I question, wanting a system of getting it for myself.

"We're in a center full of drug users, practically everyone has weed because one of the workers makes big money off of us. It's worth it though," he shrugs. "So do you want some or not?"

"Of course I want some, are you daft? Where are we going to smoke it?" I ask, having no clue of a secret enough place to do it. Practically everything here is out in the open, including yourself.

"In the bathrooms, we'll do it in the shower because it'll all go down into the drain if we do it right." He immediately begins leading me down a separate hallway, taking several turns until we reach a door labeled for the showers.

As we walk inside I can't help but get excited over this high I'm about to endure, not having felt the feeling in about a week. I've craved it since they decided to lock me up, luckily only to have my parents bail me out. You would've thought the look on their faces would make me feel guilty, but it didn't.

"Alright so we'll do it in here, yeah?" Harry says before pulling back a shower curtain and stepping inside, taking out the rolled up paper from heaven. He puts it in between his lips before getting out a pack of matches, handing them to me. I take one out before quickly lighting it, doing him a service as I put it to end of the joint in his mouth and successfully lighting it.

He takes a long drag before blowing out the fumes, grinning before taking another. After he takes a third I grab it, putting it in my mouth and sucking in the intoxicating fumes before blowing it back out. For the next one I blow out circles of smoke, Harry laughing before breaking them with his finger. After two more I begin feeling the effect of the drug, world becoming hazy and more serene as we stand there.

Harry smiles before speaking, "don't you just fucking love Mary Jane."

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