On the way in I passed Spencer. She acted like she didn't even know who I was. Fine, fuck you too.
I checked in with Alice, and asked her where Brooklyn was.
She flipped through some papers. "Oh, she's actually in with her therapist right now."
"Okay thanks." I replied. I was about to walk away, but I felt someone staring at the back of my head. I turned around, and saw a young girl, probably 15. Her hair was dyed read and black, and her hoodie sported the word dead in capital letters across the front. She looked like the kids who came to our shows.
She just continued to stare at me. "Can I help you?" I asked.
She squinted. "You look like someone.."
I laughed. "Oh yeah? Thanks, I guess."
"It's you isn't it,"
I tried to pretend I didn't know what she was talking about. "Huh?"
"Why are you here?" she asked.
"Why do most people go to rehab?" I asked, smiling.
Disappointment filled her expression, "Oh..."
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Amoura," she replied, suddenly sheepish.
"I'm Mikey, it's nice to meet you," I extended my hand.
She gingerly took it. "Hi,"
"Where are your parents?" I asked.
She shrugged, "They're talking to some doctors, they want to have my older sister admitted."
"Hmm, do you smoke? Don't lie," I asked. Yes, I would enable an underage kid to smoke. I wanted to talk to her some more.
She looked around for any sight of her parents. "Yeah,"
"Come with me," I said, walking toward the exit. At first she didn't follow. I looked back at her, and she finally walked with me.
"So, if you didn't know already, I'm a fan," she said, still shy.
"Fan of what?" I asked, smirking at her. She caught on. Not to be conceited, but I was impressed at how calm she was. I hated those shrieking fangirls.
I sat down on the bench, and she followed suit. I pulled out a cigarette for each of us, and handed her the lighter to her after I was finished with it.
"So, why do they want to admit your sister?" I asked.
"She's a coke addict." she mumbled. "Why are you here?"
"I kind of want to keep this on the down-low," I said, giving her a sideways look.
"Why would anyone care about a random guy I met at rehab?" she asked. She was still playing along. I liked this girl.
"I guess they wouldn't," I replied, chuckling slightly. "I'm an alcoholic."
Her eyes widened as I said this. "Oh?"
"I've gone almost a month without a drink,"
She smiled sympathetically, "That's great."
"Amoura!" a shrill voice called.
She immediately dropped her cigarette and smashed it out with her shoe. "Coming mom!"
"What are you doing talking to that man, you don't know him!" I heard her scream-whisper.
She looked back at me. "I felt like I did."
This made me smile. I stayed outside to finish my cigarette, and Brooklyn eventually came out. She had a sullen expression. "Hey," I said, patting the spot next to me. "Are you alright?"
She gave me a small smile, "Yeah, I'm okay. I was talking to my shrink...I told him about you,"
"We're not supposed to–"
"He said it was okay." I gasped slightly. "But..."
"Oh shit, there's a but?"
"Yeah...he said if I expect this to work, I have to tell you everything."
I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. "Okay," I said, my voice shaky.
"I don't think I can do it," she said, staring down at her lap.
I grabbed both her hands with mine, "Yes you can,"
She looked back up at me, her eyes filling with tears.
"This may take me a while," she said, letting out a nervous laugh.
"We have all the time,"
Her shoulders rose and fell in a deep breath, "Okay." she took a long pause. "When I was born my mother passed away. My dad...he drank a lot. Anyway, my whole life I was never good enough for him, you know? He always compared me to her." She spoke very slowly. "So I did everything I could to impress him. I got A's in every subject, I took up like ten sports, all that shit. I don't remember what grade I was in, but the teachers told me that they thought I should move up a grade. I was so happy, I ran home from school and when I got there, my dad was acting really strange. He told me to go to my room. Being the perfect daughter I was I went, and waited for hours. I just wanted to tell him my news."
She paused again, as tears spilled onto her cheeks. I was so intrigued by this story that I felt my eyes begin to water too. I instinctively wiped the tears from her cheeks with my thumb.
"I don't really know what happened after that...all I knew is it was wrong, dad's shouldn't do what he did. I couldn't figure out why I was being punished after I had been so good. So I worked harder, and I graduated when I was sixteen. And had a full-paid scholarship to MIT. When I left home I felt so alone, I had no friends. I was miserable, and had been for so long. I started cutting."
"Oh my god," I whispered.
"My dad finally found a girlfriend, and they got engaged. I came home for the wedding, and on his fucking wedding night," she trailed off. "But I was older and I actually knew what was happening, so I got away. I locked myself in the bathroom, and...slit my wrists in the bath."
I was full on crying by now.
"That's when Beth admitted me here."
"Brook," I whispered. "I am so sorry,"
She shook her head, "Don't be, please,"
"I don't know what else to say," A long silence followed this, and I just held her, moving my hand up and down her back. A nurse came out, calling us in for dinner. Before we went inside she looked up at me her emerald eyes wide.
"Do you still love me?"
I scoffed. "Brook, of course I do, nothing will change that."
Her eyes went wide, "Really?"
I put my hand on her cheek and nodded.
She exhaled sharply, "Oh my god, I feel lighter."
I smiled at her, "That's a good thing." I said, hugging her. "Really good."
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