"It's Brooke, remember." She spoke, opening up her bottle and taking a sip. Placing the drink on the ground she looked at Austin. "Do you remember me?"

"Yeah. You scrapbooked our dates didn't you?" Austin questioned with a tilt of his head.

A light laugh fell from her lips. "Yeah I did, I do realise that the things that I scrapbooked, may have been the wrongs things to put in the book. There could have been better picks then what I picked. My ex, we scrapbooked things like our movie tickets and that stuff. But now she doesn't want anything to do with a drug addict. But I'm here to get clean, just like you are. I'm guessing you relapsed?"

Austin nodded his head a little "I did, it was a mistake but I need to get clean if I want to spend time with Paige and Monica."

"Paige? Monica?" Brooke asked tilting her head as she opened up the bar. "Thought you said Paige died, I went to that concert. Ally is amazing."

"I thought she died, turns out she was just pregnant and her mother decided she was going to play god between me and her." Austin replied, eyes looking out into the open space. A soft sigh leaving his lips before he added; "She named our daughter Monica, after being told that I 'ran away' at hearing the news." He said, putting air quotes around the words 'ran away'.

"At least you know she still loves you. She had too to name her that. So what will happen between you two? Because wouldn't you technically be separated?" Brooke asked, after the words came out she realised she is probably being too intrusive on his life. "Second thought; no need to answer that. I'm just being a little nosy."

The singer shrugged a little and took another sip of his drink. "I don't know. We might sort it out properly when I get out." He said with another shrug, he couldn't live without her and she keeps saying the same thing, but they hadn't actually talked about what they were going to do about it. A sigh left his lips as he rested his arm across his forehead. "I just don't know anymore. She could change her mind, and I wouldn't blame her. I'm pretty useless. Couldn't stay clean without her, I don't blame anyone for not wanting to be with me or near me anymore."

Brooke frowned at hearing him talk about himself like that. He was Austin Fucking Moon for crying out loud. He bet drug addiction once; he surely can do it again. "Austin, you are not useless. Just because you relapsed, doesn't mean you are useless. It was a coping mechanism. It was something that allowed you to cope with what you were going through. Plus, when I was reading up on addiction before I got addicted, I know ironic." She said as she noticed Austin's little head tilt. "It's a disease, and you are getting help for it and it coming back at you just means you need to fight back harder. And I can tell you want too, but you also need to eat. You cannot come in here with one problem and go out with another. Treat both in here."

"I don't know what you're talking about. If it's depression you are talking about, they said it was a side effect of the drug use." Austin replied, he had a feeling that was not the thing she was trying to point out. Especially with the expression that crossed her face when he glanced a quick look at her.

"You aren't eating, that is what I'm talking about and you know it. I know depression is a side effect, but it can also be the cause of an addiction, which I think it was for you."

"I'm not really hungry though." He said, moving his eyes away from her.

"Are you not hungry all the time? This not eating thing is eating at you. Your face is not as vibrant as it use to be, it's more sunken in, not as full as it once was. Austin, please eat. Before I leave this place, I need to know that you are eating properly." Brooke said as she sat on the side of Austin's chair, knocking his legs a bit to make room for herself.

"Guess I'll have to fake it then." He murmured under his breath, he couldn't see himself eating properly, not now, not ever. Why should he? He's just a waste of space right? Why feed him to keep him living any longer?

"Austin. For your daughter then." Brooke commented, not caring if it would cross a line, but he needed to eat and if her saying this got him to eat something decent she didn't care if he would hate her for it. "So you can be in her life, so you can be in Paige's life. You can't be if you don't eat."

"You aren't my mother, I don't need anyone policing what I eat or do not eat. Just let me be." Austin replied, he was starting to get defensive in his speech. He ran his hand over his face a sigh leaving him as he rested his hands over his eyes. "Please, just, I… I can't take being told I have one more thing wrong with me. Just let me eat when I do, and leave me be if I don't."

"I'm trying to help you. But if you don't want it, I'll stop. And I know I'm not your mother, I want to be your friend." Brooke said before standing up "But if you won't even accept that, I will just leave you alone. So, if you want to talk to me again, or accept my friendship find me and make the first move." And with that, she left Austin to where he was.

A few days went by and he stayed in his room unless he needed to go out of it. He honestly did not feel like interacting with anyone so he didn't. Though he had a feeling that him doing this would make him have to stay longer in this place of which he didn't want. A small sigh left his lips before he turned onto his side to face his door, a tray of food lying by it. He was brought it at lunch but he hasn't touched a thing on it since it was brought in and that was around an hour ago. Seconds went by before a knocking was heard upon his door, but he didn't say anything. It would most likely be one of the people who worked here to pick up the tray anyway. Another knock and Austin buried his head into the pillow, a light groan leaving him. They only needed to knock once, twice was annoying. Just open the door and get the tray, Austin thought before he heard the slight creak that his door did when it opened. A small sigh of relief left him when he heard it but he stiffened when he felt the bed dip. No one really sat on others beds without being asked.

"Why haven't you eaten?" With the question, he thought it was Brooke, but the voice didn't match the dark blonde's voice. That was because it matched another blonde's voice.