I didn't belong here.
These words, this sentence, this little mantra was enough to convince myself that I didn't belong here. These walls. These white walls, they were too bright. I squinted my eyes to the strange place. Rehab they called it. A place where people came if they had drug problems. But I didn't have a problem. They only problem I had was it'd been 9 hours since I'd had a smoke, and 5 hours since my last fix. I needed coke. It was all I could think about. I ached for it. Everything was for that magical powder. My bony fingers clenched into a weak attempt at a fist. I needed to get out of here. But I couldn't. I was a minor, being more/less held here against my will by my adoptive parents, Esme and Carlisle Cullen.
They hated me. They just wished I could be like the fucking prodigy son, Edward. Always so smart and noble. It sickened me. I couldn't believe I ever liked him. Or I couldn't be a star athlete like the behemoth that was Emmet. Such a waste I was. So they dumped me here. But I didn't have a problem. I didn't belong here.
'I hate it here' everything about this place was horrible. The lights were so bright. I squinted just to prevent going blind. Everything was so clean. All I had in my room was a bed, a dresser, and a little desk for I don't know reading or writing down my touchy fucking feelings in the journal my doctor gave me. Yeah, right. Dream on, doctor.
And the worst part was that I had a mentor. That was just a fancy way of saying a psychiatrist that I had to talk to about my 'problem' while scribbled stuff down on their little fucking paper and tried to figure out what was wrong with me. Fucking fantastic.
My insides burned and clawed at me. I needed Heroin. I needed it. I fucking lived for that drug. My body shook and twitched for the drug. Suddenly a new feeling clawed at my. The sickly feeling crawled up my spine and up my throat. My hand shot up to my mouth and I stood up, shooting up from my bed and out the door, trying to make it to the bathrooms across the hall. I was going to be sick.
I didn't see that there was someone in my way. I barreled right into them and let out a scream in surprise he grabbed onto my wrist and my waist so I wouldn't fly to the ground. He was wearing a doctor's white coat. He had blonde shiny hair and a beautiful smile. "Whoa! You must be Alice. I was just coming to meet you. I'm your Mentor, Dr. Jasper Hale." He said sweetly. I stared up in horror at him. Oh, fuck.
And all pressed up against him and with him holding onto me, I involuntarily puked on him, all over that nice spanking white doctor's coat.