The Anderson family was a shining star in Northwest Ohio, the perfect American family. A successful businessman father Gregory, a beautiful stay at home wife and home maker Emily, the talented son who's an actor, that's Cooper, and then there's the skeleton in the Anderson's closet. That skeleton is Blaine Everett Anderson.
Blaine was now seated in the back of his parents' BMW, his fists were clenched in his lap, his fingernails tearing into his flesh.
"Blainey we're here." His mom said softly. "Come on we'll walked you in."
He rolled his hazel eyes, "Why so you two can feel better about abandoning me?"
Emily sighed and ran her hand down her son's jaw. "We're trying to help you. You're angry Blaine last week I was scared of you. You haven't eaten for days, you blow up at the smallest things and then the fire, I'm sorry it's just too much." Tears dotted her eyes. "I love you, I just want to see you get better."
Blaine sighed, his voice was raspy. "Whatever."
Greg was trembling. "Get your stuff and go."
The teen opened the car door and grabbed the large roll away suitcase and guitar case. He walked up to the driver side window. "You finally got rid of the mistake, congratulations dad." The word dad oozed with sarcasm.
Emily gripped her son's shoulder and led the way inside. Blaine stopped to stare at his father one more time before turning inside.
"Hi, welcome to the St. Anne's treatment facility."
Emily smiled at the receptionist. "Hey my name's Emily I'm here to check in my son Blaine Anderson."
The receptionist stared at Blaine. "Okay if you could sign these forms."
Emily filled out the forms and wrote down her son's information. After a few minutes of typing and questions the lady behind the desk handed Blaine a paper.
"Well it looks like your set." Emily whispered. "I'm going to go, if you need me you can call day or night."
Blaine bit his lip. "Mom please don't do this."
She sighed ran hand through her son's hair. "I love you, and you need help. I'll see you next Saturday."
Blaine sniffled and inhaled deeply. "You promise?"
"Of course." She pulled him into a hug and squeezed tight. "I love you Blaine."
"I love you too mom."
She pulled back and kissed her son's forehead. "Bye baby."
He waved and watched as his mom walked out of the building.
"Blaine?"
He turned around and saw the lady who signed him. "What?"
"I'm Jeanette and I'm going to take you to your room."
He followed her and looked at the faces who stared at him. Jeanette soon stopped and opened a door. Blaine tentatively stepped inside and saw a single bed against the wall, a chair, a nightstand with a lamp and a dresser.
"You can make yourself comfortable, Dr. Tate will be here in a few minutes." Jeanette shut the door.
Blaine felt the anger bubbling inside him and he turned and kicked the bedside table. He leaned his guitar case against the wall and put his suitcase under his bed and sat crossed legged and picked at the puckered pink lines on his wrist.
"Mr. Anderson?"
"What?" he snapped.
"I'm Dr. Tate."
Blaine turned around. "Hi."
"Can I come in?"
Blaine shrugged. "I don't care."
Dr. Tate walked in and sat in the chair. "How are you?"
"I feel like shit. My parents fucking abandoned me."
The older man sighed. "Blaine do you know why you're here?"
"My parent's are tired of me and wanted to get rid of me." He voice was thick with tears.
Dr. Tate put a hand on Blaine's shoulder and he flinched. "Your mom's worried about you, she says you haven't eaten for days. That you go from happy to enraged out of no where."
Blaine shrugged. "She's lying, I'm just not hungry and she was tired of me being around."
"Tell me about the fire Blaine.' He asked cautiously.
Blaine's eyes widened and his heart stared racing and his breathing shortened. "Go away."
"Blaine, I know you're upset tell me why."
The teen grabbed a handful of his hair and started pulling at his. "Stop, you don't know anything about me!" He shouted. "Just get out."
"Just breathe, you're working yourself up. Come on let's get some water." The doctor gently stood Blaine up and led him into the cafeteria.
Blaine's eyes darted around the room it was primarily empty other than a group people eating in the corner, and then there was a small blonde girl and a nurse. The nurse was holding a forkful of food up to the girl's mouth.
"Come on, you need to eat." She coaxed her.
The girl rolled her eyes. "I'll just throw up in a few minutes anyways."
"See that's why you're here."
She snatched the fork and put it on the table. "I'm bulimic not an idiot."
"Here." Dr. Tate said coming up to Blaine. He was holding a sandwich and bottle of water.
He sat down and grabbed the water and took a sip.
"So your mom told me you like to sing."
He nodded. "Yeah."
"Here you look hungry."
"No offense Dr. Tate but I'm not eating that."
"You can call me Lucas, but you need too."
Blaine rolled his hazel eyes and unwrapped the sandwich. He took a bite, chewed and swallowed. It instantly felt heavy in his stomach. "I'm full."
"You only took a bite."
"And I'm full."
Lucas sighed, Blaine was stubborn. "Come on lets go back to my office."
"I'd rather go to my room."
"Fair enough, but you're taking that sandwich with you."
Blaine picked it up, rolled his eyes and sulked to his room. He set the sandwich on his bedside table and pulled out his phone.
"Hey sweetie."
Blaine's throat tightened. "Come get m-me."
There was sighed. "Blaine we've been over this, you need to get healthy."
Tears streaked his face. "M-mom please, I already hate them. I feel sick, please."
"Blaine please don't cry, you'll be okay. I promise."
He bit his lip and tasted blood. "Don't h-hang up."
Her voice was full of pain. "I won't, just talk to me. What's wrong."
"Dr. Tate asked me about the fire, he looked at me and a-asked."
Emily exhaled slowly. "Blaine I know this is a big change but just try. It's just for a month."
"I can't, I just want to go to sleep and never wake up."
This killed his mother. She hated hearing how hurt her baby was. "You don't mean that."
His voice was shaky. "Can you promise me s-something?"
"Anything."
Blaine sighed. "When I come home, and if I'm not fixed will you still love me?"
"Of c-course I will, I always will don't forget that."
A sob shook the 17 year old boy's body. "Even if I start burning again?"
"Yes, no matter what happens I'll love you."
Blaine nodded and hung up with mother shortly after and pulled his knees to his chest. He was fucked up and he knew it.
AN: Eh, what do you think so far? They'll be a flashback explaining the fire and the burning in the next chapter. Also Blaine will have a one on one session with Lucas. Should I continue