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Ch. 14 on My Own
Josh's POV
I look at the duffel bags around me. Clothes, toiletries, jackets. I know I went too damn far.
My mom and dad look at me, As a police officer leads me into the rehab building.
They're looking at me like I'm some kind of freak!
I hate people judging me! I walk into the detox area, knowing its gonna suck.
Mom and Dad get me settled, and I am hooked up to an IV of pain meds, and some detox shit.
Twenty minutes later, I throw up. I'm going through withdrawls. I catch my breath again, as I throw up again. I hate this damn place already!
I look at whoever the fuck is supposed to be in my room, no that's not right. Hmmm.... Prison. Yeah that sounds about right.
"When the fuck am I going to get meds?!" I say angrily.
The nurse smiles at me.
She fucking smiles.
I hate this place so much.
"Yes?" She asks.
"When am I getting the fuckin meds?!" I snarl at her.
"Mr. Ramsay, you haven't been evaluated yet. We need to do that before the medicine."
Evaluated?!
Fuckin evaluated?
What is this?
A fuckin happy hospital?!
I look at her venomously, "Give me the fucking meds before I puke my guts up!"
She smiles again.
I want to fuckin kill her.
And for some strange reason I really know I should be here. Like, it's my own damn fault?
Boy I'm crazy! Maybe this is a happy hospital!
I look over, as she gives me two pills.
"I thought you said I couldn't get meds yet?" I say.
"You're going through tough withdrawls, I'll let it slide."
She smiles again.
And for once I don't wanna kill her!
Hello!!! How's everybody?! I messed up my foot and I'm jacked up on Advil! Woo! Xo jules
Josh's POV
I look at the duffel bags around me. Clothes, toiletries, jackets. I know I went too damn far.
My mom and dad look at me, As a police officer leads me into the rehab building.
They're looking at me like I'm some kind of freak!
I hate people judging me! I walk into the detox area, knowing its gonna suck.
Mom and Dad get me settled, and I am hooked up to an IV of pain meds, and some detox shit.
Twenty minutes later, I throw up. I'm going through withdrawls. I catch my breath again, as I throw up again. I hate this damn place already!
I look at whoever the fuck is supposed to be in my room, no that's not right. Hmmm.... Prison. Yeah that sounds about right.
"When the fuck am I going to get meds?!" I say angrily.
The nurse smiles at me.
She fucking smiles.
I hate this place so much.
"Yes?" She asks.
"When am I getting the fuckin meds?!" I snarl at her.
"Mr. Ramsay, you haven't been evaluated yet. We need to do that before the medicine."
Evaluated?!
Fuckin evaluated?
What is this?
A fuckin happy hospital?!
I look at her venomously, "Give me the fucking meds before I puke my guts up!"
She smiles again.
I want to fuckin kill her.
And for some strange reason I really know I should be here. Like, it's my own damn fault?
Boy I'm crazy! Maybe this is a happy hospital!
I look over, as she gives me two pills.
"I thought you said I couldn't get meds yet?" I say.
"You're going through tough withdrawls, I'll let it slide."
She smiles again.
And for once I don't wanna kill her!
Hello!!! How's everybody?! I messed up my foot and I'm jacked up on Advil! Woo! Xo jules
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