No Where Else To Go
Puck
Rachel's interesting to me. She intrigues me but I seem to disgust her. But spending five minute with her is driving me up the wall, and even anxious for me to get my hands on some alcohol, hell I'd even drink wine.
Now I just have to find a way to get my hands on some kind of liquor.
"Noah are you even listening to me talk?!"
"No, I wasn't because you are bat shit crazy! But if you want to have a no-strings attached sex, then I'll listen." I sit up from her bed and send her a cheeky smile before exiting the room. When I enter the hallway I hear her scream and I smirk as I walk down the hallway.
"Hey!" the speed-guy runs down the hall to me. "Puck, right?"
I smile a bored smile and rise my eyebrows giving him the answer. "The one and only. What do you want?" I ask him as I continue down the hall. This rehab place huge, if it wasn't a psycho place for druggies it would probably be a nice hotel thing. This shit house even has a elevator, that no patients are allowed to go on. Only employees get to ride them since a couple had sex in the elevator a couple years ago. Now patients have to take the stairs. Lucky us.
"I noticed my room had some of your things, I guess we're roommates. Thought we should get along." Finn shrugs in his white robe.
"This is a rehab facility, not a community building. Why do we all have to be friends? I've got plenty back home," I tell him rudely, it's the truth.
Finn stops and gives me the kind of look that I get a lot from jocks back home. Finny boy must be a football boy, quarter back too. "Well Puck, you are a good observer because this place is rehab and I am pretty sure that we're not leaving anytime soon." With that said he turns on his heels and stomps away.
Well that was rude. Baby. He's going to have a rough night since he's going to be a cold turkey which means I am going to be up hearing him shivering and throwing up.
I ignore the tall man and continue exploring this place. The back of the building is a lounge, complete with a pool table, Foosball, snack bar, and a lot of other shit. The walls are glass and it leads to deck outside. I see a couple guys sitting on the tables... smoking a cigarette. Thank god.
I lead myself through the other teenagers and outside the facility. It's chilly, due to the fact that it's almost winter, fall is about to end. I guess I should wear a robe, everyone else is.
"Hey man, do you have another? I could really use one," I ask a blond guy sitting on the table looking out to the horizon.
He blows out the smoke from his mouth and turns from me. I sigh as he returns with another cigarette, he tosses me a lighter and I light it. "First day?" he questions.
"Yeah, it fucking sucks," I reply as I blow out my smoke into the cold air. I take a seat next to him on the table look out from the deck.
He chuckles as he taps the ashes of the cigarette into the ash tray on the table. "My first thought when I got dumped into this place too."
"And to make it worse my counselor is a fucking bitch, Holl-
"Holly Holiday."
"You know her?" I ask him.
He nods taking a drag from his cigarette. "Yeah, everyone knows who she is. She's the fucking best at getting punks sober. She's a total bitch but somehow she gets the druggies, into not druggies." As he speaks the smoke exits his mouth. "I even slept with her." he wedges his cigarette into the ash tray and looks to me. "Shit, sorry." he takes a swig of his drink and extends his hand to me. "Sam," he says.
I look at his hand before finally taking it in my own and shake it. "Puck," I take a drag from the cigarette and blow out before talking. "So you banged my counselor?"
Sam laughs as he nods his head. "Yup, had a thing going with her until she ditched me for the Warden."
I laugh as I take another whiff of my cigarette. "Who the hell is the warden anyway?"
He shrugs chuckling. "Beats me, no one knows. Rumor is he picks one girl, sends her up to his office, which is the top floor, and has sex with her. Then she gets to leave no matter how bad their drug problem is."
"Shit." If only the warden was a women.
"Well it was nice meeting you Puck. I have group counseling right now," he gives me head nod before leaving the deck.
Finn
"Wake Up!"
I roll off my bed and look at the digital clock and see that it's 5 o' clock. Shit.
"Come on you big oaf!" I hear Holly yell at me. "Today's academic day, meaning each morning starts out with physical education." she giggles at my horror. "Wear something movable in." she tell me in a hushed tone.
"Where's Puckerman?" I ask tiredly.
"Already left. He was suppose to wake you."
"Well he fucking didn't," I sit up from the floor and get to my feet.
I gather myself together and find my shorts as I slip into them. By the time I drag my ass downstairs everyone has made their way to the back of the building. The air is cold and when one breathes you can see their breath. All the patients stretch their legs and everything, I assume that we are going for a run in the trees.
I was cold turkey yesterday, and I don't think it's good for me to be doing this now. I've heard people have died trying to get sober because of the day after they hadn't used their body couldn't take it. Has someone died doing this? Am I going to die?
It's fall so all the leaves on the ground and on the floor are red and yellow, it's quite beautiful. It's probably even beautiful at home, all the leaves blowing in the October wind. But here I am in this dump, I could be at Matt's house banging away on my drum set for what feels like minutes but are really days and days.
"Finn?"
I look up when my name is called, I turn and see Holly with her own workout clothes on. "You ready? Better stretch. Newbies usually get tossed around during the morning run around here."
"Yeah," I say. I quickly stretch and join the bunch of teenagers.
I see Artie through the glass walls and see him watching us all. I wonder if he has his own stretches and workout to do? Then I see Puck out of the corner of my eyes stretching his legs while smoking a cigarette. Fucker, where did he get that cigarette? Santana watches everyone behind the group as she crosses her arms. Lucy is tieing her hair up in a pony tail as she jogs in place. Rachel leans up against a tree to what I think is a aspen tree.
"Alright fucker's lets head out!" someone yells out in the front. "Single file!"
One by one we mold into a line as we jog into the Forrest. I'm in the middle of the line, but soon I find myself lagging to the back of the line. I guess the speed made me a little bit faster too. Lucy passes me and finds her way to the front of the line with Santana on her heels. Puck's a little bit farther then me but he's breathing hard, most likely from the cigarette. I pass him and Rachel as I make it behind Santana.
The sun is rising, the sunshine shines through the trees and reflects on my skin as I continues on jogging, we've been at this for what seems like hours. My shirt and shorts are soaked from the sweat and who else knows what, Santana puked a couple yards back and got a splash or so on my shirt. Heroin addicts are the one's who puke first, says the guys with blond hair. Then it is meth/speed druggies after them are coke and pill poppers, it all depends how bad their habit is.
When I walk up the steps to the facility I make a bee line to my room. Puck's laying on his bead sleeping with sweaty clothes and all. I shed my clothing and jump into the shower and let the hot water run down my skin.
My body is shaking and my breathing is not at all normal either. I start to panic. I need something, a pick me up. I need my drugs, I need it now. I fall out of the still running shower and shackling put on my boxers and then my robe. I feel my way down the hall and outside to the deck, I see a couple guys with cigarettes.
"Can-can I have one?"
For what I can make out, in the state I am in, the person is a girl. She hands me a cigarette, my trembling hands take it from her and put it into my mouth. She lights it for me and I take a long drag from it. I sit on the bench and rock myself back to reality.
"Newbie, right?" she questions.
"How can you tell?" I say sarcastically and run my hands through my hair. "Is the sunlight like really bright?" I ask.
"No, it's just you." I feel her put something in my hands. My eyes open and my hands have a pair of sunglasses in them. I pull them onto my face and feel relief from the light darkness.
"Thanks."
"I'm October," she puts her hand into my view. I place the cigarette in my mouth and shake her hand.
"Finn." I finally look at her. She has dark brown hair, dark enough to be black and blue eyes.
"Nice to meet you," she nods once as she backs away from me. She steps back into the building and disappears into the mess of people.
Quinn
It's breakfast now and patients are getting pills from the nurses. I envy them. Why do they get pills and I don't? I have a prescription!
The jog was good for me but it wasn't good enough. My head is pounding and my throat is dry, it's dizzy all over the place and I feel like at any moment I could pass out. That's bad right? It that suppose to happen? Maybe it was because I haven't taken my daily dose of my prescription.
I hear everything, the pills rattling in the cups. The pills behind the counter of the nurses station that are being poured into tiny cups. The pills that fall onto the floor. The sound of teenagers swallowing there pills, gulp after gulp.
"Miss Fabray?" I turn at my name.
A nurse look as me and hands me cup of pills. Thank god my prescription was sought through after all. I smile at her and take the cup forcefully.
"Here are your vitamins."
Vitamins!
"Vitamin?" I ask horrid. "What about my pills that my doctor prescribed to me?"
"Miss Fabray those are high doses of prescription drugs. Your mother and father said that they were not to be bothered-
"There has to be a mistake, has to be!" I shiver and stay calm. My body is already reacting to vitamins, I think I am going to puke. I turn from my seat and stand and knock down the lady with the cups of pills. "Oh god! I'm sorry!" I help her to her feet and run past her to the restrooms at the other corner of the cafeteria. I sit on the toilet and hold the different color pills in my hands. I managed to grab a couple while the fat lady was rolling around on the ground. There was five to be exact all different of colors. I take one in my my hand examine it before popping it into my mouth and swallowing it dry.
When I step out of the bathroom I run into someone and fall to the floor.
"Fuck, sorry." the person tells me and helps me to my feet.
My hair is all over my face when I stand on my own. The person removes my hair from my face and looks at me. It's a guy with blond hair and sweats with a white t-shirt on. "Hey, I'm Sam" he tell me and lowers his hand down to me.
"Lucy," I breath out to him.
"Sorry I knocked you over, I was just heading outside to have a smoke," he pulls down a cigarette from his ear and shows it to me.
"You smoke?" I ask him and raise an eyebrow.
"Yeah, just about everyone in this building does. It's the only thing that takes you off the edge. Want one?"
I feel myself shake my head. "No, I'm not like everyone else in this shit hole" I back away from the wall and walk down the hallway.
"Nice meeting you!" I hear him call behind me.
When I enter my room I open my window and stare out it, watching leaves blow in the wind. The wind against my cheeks feel amazing at the moment, I close them and breath. The pounding in my heart has slowed and my breathing is even, now.
I miss everything. I am numb.
So I am thinking of replacing Artie's POV with Sam's. I'm not too sure yet so review!
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