Nine

Chapter 9:

After that horrible night... I went to the classes that I call rehab. I hate them with a passion. I sing
my little song in my head trying not to listen to the stories of the other people. When some random
guys askes me something.
"Love, what do you think about Abby's story?" He says.
"Who are you?" I say.
"Mike is my name."
"Well, Mike, I wasn't listening. Sorry Abby."
"It's okay." Abby says.
"Why weren't you listening?" Mike asks.
"Because I don't wanna be here! I'm tired of being like this!" I yell.
"You need to accept this."
"No I don't, okay?"
"Yes you do. Once you do, you can get better."
"No, I can't. Anox is driving me crazy at night. I can't even think straight anymore."
"You will get better. Just start with the first step."
"No."
I get up and kick the empty chair beside me at Mike. Hoping it hits him hard enough to make him
bleed somewhere. I hate him. Acting all positive but, it's not like that. I can't be like this. I won't be
like this.