I feel trapped. I want to get out and go someplace far away. I can t take this - being in a rehabilitation center. There are a lot of other people in this place that have more problems than I. I don t belong here.
The beautiful girl sat at her desk in the rehab center, looking outside the window. Curls hung low in her face. Sighing, she placed her elbows on the hard wood desk and placed her head in the palms of her hands. Her eyes went from left to right, looking for something to entertain her from the world outside that she was no longer able to step foot in. Well, at least not until she was clean. Suddenly, Fiona s eyes fell upon a window display of champagne bottles. The need to lose herself a little more after each sip grew stronger.
In New York, her life seemed less complicated. Ever since she moved here to Canada, the only things that made sense in her life were alcohol and Adam. Fiona never felt like she belonged and the only way she got over the feelings she had was to drink. Drinking made everything better - made everything make sense. Every sip that dripped down her throat helped her leave behind the world and all her worries. Every time, she floated off to a new world where everything made sense, where nothing could hurt her.
Then there were other times - times she was with Adam. Whether she was drinking or not, the moments she spent with him were like pure bliss. The way he looked at her made her tummy flutter, the way he touched her sent shivers down her spine, and when he kissed her.. she never wanted to let him go. In both of her worlds - reality or not - he was her Prince Charming.
The sudden thought of Adam on her mind made her lips curl into a small smile. Oh, how she wished she could see him and feel his arms wrapped around her to keep her out of harms way.
I need you, Adam.
