Gontier-Girl 's Fanfiction 15

The office I was abandoned in by Andy had a label on both sides of the door. CONSULTANT'S OFFICE, it read. I was instantly annoyed. He dropped me off here?! I sighed. I knew where he had been taking me, but I had wanted him to help me, not some random, unnamed nurse. The nurses here have annoyed me, ever since the first.  I had a feeling they would annoy me 'til the last.  But I would have to live with them until I got clean. The faster I got clean, the faster I would be rid of them. A woman, tiny and blonde, was sitting at the desk, red glasses at the top her nose.  

"What is it?" she asked, looking up. I think she was annoyed to see me, just like I was to be here. But I wasn't sure. It was hard to tell expressions. I suddenly realised something. I had went two days without the drugs. Two days off. How was I acting so normal? Then I realised I wasn't. I mean, everything had been slower, I couldn't read people as well, and I had been pretty bitchy to Andy. and there was the constant burning that I had tried to push to the back of my mind, but was unable to. "What?" She asked, again. "Um.. Addiction dream? He said I… " I started to stutter out, but I internally know what the whole addiction dream thing was, and didn't really know where to start with it.  "Oh, addiction dreams. Yeah, those. Sit down." She said, pointing at the chair. "First-timer." She muttered under her breath. "What?" I asked. "Oh, nothing. I was just asking if you have had one of these before, if you know what they are. You seem to know what they're called." "Yeah. A friend of mine explained what it was called but didn't tell me what it meant or anything." "Alright, so. Addiction dreams are your subconscious's way of craving the drugs, kind of. They may seem and feel real, may look real, or anything else you can think of, but they're not. Don't worry. As long as you're here, you're safe. The dreams are fake.  You'll be fine." "Yeah, okay. How long will I have them, exactly?" "Well, you, luckily, weren't addicted too long or to too many things. But still, perhaps six months after." "Six months?!" I yelled out. "Yes, six whole months. It won't happen every time you sleep, you know." "Yeah, alright. I guess I'll deal with it." "Good. Anything else?" "Yeah. I don't like the detox drugs. What are they for, anyways?" "They usually help ease patients into a better life. Eases their cravings, stops their shaking…" "Makes them mindless and numb, though, too, right?" "Right…" the nurse said slowly. "And they can't remember anything they did while they were on those, right?" "Mr. Gontier, we separate men and women, if you're thinking about-" "No, I'm not thinking about that. It's just.. What if I miss something important? Someone important? And say something I don't mean? I would rather live with the cravings than the… pills over there." "Yes, sir, I'll make sure they take you off." "Thank you." "Now, is that all?" She asked again, slipping into what I think was a professional voice. I nodded. "Yeah." I said, standing up and walking out of the room.

I walked back upstairs and looked for Andy. He wasn't in my room, or his. Stepping into his, I saw paintings of vampires, devils, lightning, and angels. And his papers, the ones usually scattered on his floor, had all been cleaned up into a large stack on his bed. He had left a paper on his bed. 'Adam, I'm going to see Carolyn. She's in the hospital. (Don't ask me how I got out.)' The word SHE had been scribbled out here. 'You'll find out what happened to her later. Maybe next time you'll come with me. If you're not on that detox shit, come and talk to me. Keep this note, or burn it after you read it. And don't ask. I'll explain later, okay? Just not now.
-Andy.'