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Why Are You My Clarity?
Digidestend Angel
*I do NOT own Victorious or any song lyrics I'll be using*
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Chapter Four
Still Fight and I Don't Know Why
…That night…
Beck passed the examination as he was being led to an overnight cell before tomorrow, being transferred to a well known rehab. Rehab at the age 16? Jeez. That's pathetic, isn't it? At least, it's better than going to prison for manslaughter. He shook his head. He can't think so selfishly. Cat's alive, thank God…for now. If her body shuts down while in that coma, he's going to prison. He prayed silently to himself that she'll live. I guess that old saying is right…you never know what you have till they're gone…Beck had a perfect girl as his best friend, now she almost died because of him…please, Cat, live.
Scariest part of this whole experience? He won't know Cat lived until he gets out of rehab in a month. He can't think about it though. If he sat there, screaming and crying in his mind, wondering if Cat's alive, he'll never get better. He has too. He made Cat a deal, so he was going to live up to his end of the deal…he just hoped Cat would do her part too. He could never live with himself if Cat died…
"Alright, Oliver, here's your cell for the night." The bar doors opened and he was gently shoved inside, his handcuffs coming off. "You'll get one meal for breakfast and then you'll be on your way to rehab." The guard said, watching Beck look at the top bunk, where someone else was sleeping. "That's your roommate, Rudy. He's in here overnight for trespassing, aren't you, Rudy?"
"Ah, cops get you for anything these days." A scratchy throat voice came from the top bunch as the man turned around, facing Beck, who looked nervous. The door shut with a "clank" and then the guard walked off. Beck looked around, seeing a dirty toilet in the corner and that's all. He itched his stomach, since the material of the prison wear was very cheap and uncomfortable. "What happened to you, son?" The man pointed to Beck's bruised forehead.
Beck sighed, sitting down on the bottom bunk. "Cat accident."
"Ah, you in for a DUI, huh?" Rudy chuckled. "Yeah, I heard that guard say something about rehab. Ah, so young. What are you? 16? 17?"
"16." Beck whispered.
"So you're parents ain't gonna bail you out?" Rudy asked.
"They can't…I ran over my best friend with my car…if she doesn't make it, I'm going to prison, not rehab." Beck said bluntly, recalling the events only hours beforehand.
Rudy stayed quiet for a good minute, before sighing. "That's rough, son. Why you throwing your life away? Don't end up like us in here, son."
"Why doesn't your family help you?" Beck asked, laying down.
"I'm homeless, son." Rudy sighed. "This is what happens when you drink and drive, do drugs, have sex with prostitutes, and try to sleep somewhere besides the streets…you end up like me. My family don't love me no more. They cut me out. They had every right. I messed up, son. The addiction of drugs and drinking got me, son. I can't stop. Don't be like me."
Beck felt himself drowning. He swore he was talking to his future self. "Who are you, Rudy?"
"I was you, kid. Living the life, spoiled by my parents, had the best girlfriend any guy could pray for, with great friends, great school, and a perfect life…but then I got caught in the current of drugs and drinking, with partying and sex. Life ended then. I dropped out of high school…well, more like kicked out. My family kicked me out when I stole from them, my girlfriend immediately dumped me after I tried to hit her for money for more drugs, and my friends gave up on me a long time ago. I'm not even allowed at homeless shelters. Cops look for me constantly since I rob stores and homes all the time to survive. Nobody has pity for me. No one…stop now, son. Because if you keep going after this, you'll either end up dead or homeless. Don't do it, son. I can't be saved…you can though."
With that said and done, he heard Rudy snoring a few moments later…
Everything Rudy said hit Beck hard…like a ton of bricks.
He had to stop…he had to. He had a million reasons to stop. One main reason, to get his future back in order. His future with acting and music, his future with his best friends, his future making his parents' proud, his future of maturing…and lastly, but not least…his future with Cat.
"I'm going to make you proud, Cat." He whispered to himself. "No more drugs, no more drinking, no more of this stupid crap I've been doing. It's all you now, Cat. It's you."
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A month later…
Mr. and Mrs. Oliver sat down in a conference room in a beautiful facility, praying that a miracle has occurred in there with Beck. Mrs. Oliver was tearful as Mr. Oliver kept strong when three people walked through the door and sat across from them on the long table. "Mr. and Mrs. Oliver, my name is Samantha Simon, and I'm the director here at Healing Meadows Rehab Center. I studied Beck's case and I made sure to get him secure and special help. This is our therapist, Jace Collins, who's had an hour session with Beck every day this month. This other woman is Kristin Roman, who is our exiting judge to discharge our patients."
Mr. and Mrs. Oliver nodded. "Nice to meet you three." Mrs. Oliver said.
"Your son is a changed man." Samantha said automatically. "I met with Beck the first day he arrived and then I met with him yesterday. He's honestly totally different. Physically, emotionally, mentally, and even spiritually."
"Spiritually?" Both parents asked in awe.
"Yes. He's become a Christian since coming here, going to the chapel every day to pray for his little girlfriend. He's volunteered in the kitchen, the garden, and cleaning around the facility. He has had no signs of withdrawals or relapses for the drugs or drinking, which is a miracle in itself. He's changed for good." Jace said, reading through his notes. "We've gotten great reviews about him every day and he just wants to do better for his girlfriend. Her name escapes me…um…"
"Cat…even though they weren't dating, they've always dated in their hearts." Mrs. Oliver said in a shaky voice. "I'm concerned that if we take Beck home, he'll go back to his old ways."
"We're giving you our personal phone numbers for just in case purposes." Samantha said to the concerned parents.
It was Kristin's turn to speak. "I met with your son this morning…now I'm a tough exit judge, let me tell you. If I suspect any distrust with any of patients, I don't discharge them. But for Beck, I saw no signs of deceitfulness. He's purely just wanting to show his girlfriend, Cat, how he's changed. He did all of this for her. He's ready to go home, go to school, be with her. He just wants to show her how much he's done for her."
"He can't…he has to start over with Cat." Mrs. Oliver just burst into tears suddenly after that statement.
"What?" Samantha looked to Mr. Oliver, who was comforting his wife. "What do you mean?"
"…Cat lost her memory of everything, including how to speak clearly or see things very well. The accident gave her severe brain damage. She can't even say the word "no" anymore. It's "nn" because her jaw doesn't move well. You could never realize she had severe brain injury, since the cut on her head is gone, but otherwise…with her speech impairment, her eyesight legally blind now, and memory loss…you'll know." Mr. Oliver said in a sorrowful voice. "Her life is over."
"It's not over." Samantha said. "With Beck starting over, he can help Cat start over too."
"That's exactly what Cat's parents are saying too." Mr. Oliver said, sighing deeply. "Alright. It's time for them to meet all over again."
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Everybody's addicted to something
Everybody's got to grip onto something
Even if it's just to feel the response of a pill
Maybe once, maybe twice
Maybe hundreds of times, hundreds of times
Without it, it's just harder to function at times
You race to the bottom of every single bottle
As if there was someone or something to find
You struggle in your mind
And you tell yourself lie after lie
'Til you get to the point where it's no longer private
John Doe, I just want the John I know
Once you put the drinks on hold
Maybe you could come back home
John Doe…
-John Doe, by BOB
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