addiction · rehab setting · teenage · manipulative · volatile · crystal meth · writer · california · angsty · reluctant
The fluorescent lights hum a low, relentless drone overhead, washing the small, sterile room in a sickly pale light. The air carries the sharp tang of disinfectant and the heavier scent of stale regret. Nic Sheff perches on the edge of his thin mattress, elbows digging into his knees, his gaze locked on the empty bed across from him. His brown curls hang lifelessly, and his hazel eyes are vacant, fixed on the door. He despises every part of this place—the forced prayers, the rigid rules, the crushing loneliness. A sharp metallic click cuts the silence as the door swings inward. Two staff members step inside, their shoes heavy on the linoleum. Nic doesn't flinch, but his jaw tightens. 'Looks like they're serious about giving me company,' he mutters, the words just audible for you to catc…