Okay, okay…I often realize that, I start stories and don't finish them, and this happens a lot. Just to keep you refreshed though, I wanted to say, im going to wait a little, and see if my stories pick up (Such as, if anyone gives a damn about them. Post me something … ANYTHING. I just don't know how im doing... and I need to see some satisfaction, or some hatred. Just be truthful, just let me know how's it goin'? … Danke')

Before There Was Anything

Chapter 1

I woke up, to the sun, shining on my face...
Birds were singing, and everyone was out enjoying themselves
As I bathed in the sunlight, and threw up the sash,
I thought – WOW, how lucky am I...
To go to White Elk Run today…?
well, not really.

It's nothing you haven't heard before…or maybe you have. Life spirals to a living hell, or maybe your problem was—you got caught. For me, it was both. Life was a waist, and I wanted nothing more than to live, and breathe alcohol, and cocaine. For a girl like me—3 forties was an average. That was my usual consumption. I'm 16, 130 lbs. with nothing to lose. Some people think that's a lot of booze, but when you're living the disease; it's never too much until you die…
The large, five-story complex was devout to businesses, and medical hospitality. I had undergone, a verbal evaluation downtown earlier that week, and they referred me to White Elk Run, an intensive Out-patient Rehab. Three times a week, with piss-tests. White Elk Run was located, on the third floor, the elevator was a death trap. Cla-lunk, ca-lunk, ca-lunk…

My first day, I was evaluated again. I felt like every question I was being asked was a trick. Do I tell them the truth? I decided, whatever was right, they couldn't check to see if my answers were false. So I lied, and made it seem as if I had been just a social drinker, and someone who never bought ganja, but smoked it when someone offered. I lied on, saying I hadn't tried any other drugs but weed, and drank maybe 4-5 times a week. Monday nights were a specialty for me. I figured I HAD to say something; otherwise my mother would step in and get some real talking done. There were no windows, and the only thing legible, was a picture frame hanging by the door, with a hand drawn fire escape route inside of it…

My actual first meeting…I opened the door to the small, outer-office area, and saw a familiar face. A senior in my school. She was gorgeous, and I, the puny junior, less developed, and less popular, of course, looked at her a bit amazed. She was in the middle of doing her school work when she looked up and caught my eye. She had divine blue eyes, but wore too much make up, in my opinion. She commented softly, "You live by me…" I nodded, and sat down. The waiting in silence was awful. Two other girls sat toward the wall opposite me. They were both cute brunettes, both of a little chubbier in size, one bigger than the other, but not 'fat'. They were talking, and laughing together. It made me wonder why I could never make good conversation, unless talked to, but even then I couldn't talk with the ease, these girls had.

I started observing the room, while I waited—a lot of posters, pamphlets, and ad's, a large glass window, with a woman sitting there, typing away…There was a small bookshelf on the ground, with a bunch of leaflets. One thing stood out…there were about 3 "NO SMOKING" signs all around the small waiting room. I sighed aloud, and tucked my box into my coat just a little deeper, and heard someone walking down the hall towards the door, and turned to my left to view the obvious addict about to stroll in.

The door turned, and I recognized him instantly. I met him at a hotel party about 2 weeks before, maybe 3. He seemed to notice me as well…

"Oh shit, what 'a you doin' here?", "I have to be here…" At this point the skinnier brunette in the corner decided to take up with us, in the small sentence we shared. "You two know each other?" She asked. I nodded, and she asked "how?" He decided to answer this one, because I wasn't sure If I was allowed to say I met him at a party…I kind of laughed after he told her because then I thought back to it. It was my best friends' birthday, and we had a whole tub full of beer. A lot of marijuana, and a lot of wild people. The perfect mix. As soon, as he said that, everyone decided to join in talking about parties, except for the girl from my school, doing her school work. Next things next, we all decided to leave for a cigarette…