Tore in Half
Chapter 1
This was my mother's attempt at good parenting. She sends me here under an assumed name as if that is going to just erase my reputation and face and hair and everything else that made me who I was. She insisted that I give this place a chance. But what the hell does she know? All I can really say is for her sake since I have no other choice and had an annoyingly efficient driver I'll stay but that doesn't mean I won't try and find some loopholes in order to get out early. I just wish for ounce I could've just been that random girl that wouldn't have been able to be picked out of a crowd and have her pictures plastered everywhere. As if no one else has ever been in this kind of situation before. Of course, once you're a public figure your life is never your own again.
Signed
I'm wasting my time with any more entries.
"Bailey it's time for group." The counselor said.
As I took my time getting out of bed and put my journal under my pillow.
Walking slowly behind her. Taking in the different parts of my new reality.
"Welcome again everyone to Group therapy."
"This is a safe place to listen and contribute most of all we hope your able to grow and find a sense of understanding and stability when it comes to your sobriety and how it fits into your life." The counselor said smiling warmly.
Looking around the room at us. While the rest of the patients either talked amongst themselves or stared blankly at the wall.
In moments like these I look around and wondered why out of anywhere else she could have placed me she decided I would fit in here.
These people were way off the map.
Yea I liked to party, and go from this to that go home with a random person or two. But I was young, famous, and attractive. How else was I supposed to spend my weekends?
The counselor turned in my direction and started to speak.
"I knew I noticed a new face around here."
"Would you mind introducing yourself? The counselor asked me.
"Sure why not." I thought as I got up.
Staring straight forward as I began to speak.
"My name is Bailey." "And I don't belong here."
I said sitting back down as I crossed my arms.
"Thank you for contributing."
The counselor said.
Rubbing my hands together. Feeling a chill hit my pale skin.
As I followed the counselor's voice.
"Fell asleep again I see."
"If that has anything to do with your late-night phone calls."
"You will be stripped off your privileges again." The counselor said in a stern voice.
"Maybe if got your nose out of the air and acted like a normal person."
"You would realize we are not all that different."
The person said.
"Just stick to the program then you are no longer my responsibility."
"If wouldn't like to share Mr. Archibald I would suggest you be quiet so other people can get the full experience. The counselor said.
Shaking his head as he began talking to the other patients.
"You are a real piece of work." I said getting annoyed at his lack luster attitude.
"What I am and how I behave is none of your business." He said rolling his eyes. Turning his gaze away from mine.