My Life Underground ~ 15 ~ The Beginning...(Finale)
The very last part of My Life Underground. Hope you all enjoyed it. Feel free to comment on it! Thank you to all who stuck with it and read it through!
PART FIFTEEN
It is my last day here. My last day at the rehab facility I have called home for six months. My parents have flown in to visit me. Keenan's parents have flown in to visit me. This is it and I am out. I am free. I grab my pack of smokes and my cup of coffee and stand out front in the cold wintry air. I light up a smoke. I only have a few forms to sign and I will be free to leave. There is a bus ticket waiting for me at the greyhound. I am in Kamloops.
I drag deeply from my cigarette. The air is cold and hurts my lungs more than the cigarette does. I haven't heard from Keenan once in the long six months. This hurts more than the cold air ever could. I cried at first. But now I am over it. I am over something I never thought I could get over. I take another drag. The smoke I blow out hangs solidly in the air.
When I am finished I go inside to finish my forms. I fill everything out and go into my room. I grab my bags which I have had packed for the past week. Anticipating my release. I give my roommate a hug and wish her luck. As I head down to the front doors I am approached by one of the counselors.
"I know you were expecting to leave alone, but there is someone here waiting for you."
My heart skips a beat in an unreal hope. I follow the counselor down the hallway to the front intake room. I look around. I see a familiar head of shaggy dark hair sitting in one of the seats. Hearing my footsteps he stands up and turns to me.
He looks really good. The sick confusion has left his face. His body is strong. He is smiling that crooked cocky smile I can remember from what seems like forever ago.
Forgetting the lack of contact the past six months I rush to him. I press into his chest and smell his familiar smell. Feel him breathing and hear his heart beating.
"I just got out yesterday. I came straight here. That's why I haven't been in contact."
"What do you mean, out?"
"I was in rehab too. My parents requested that I wasn't allowed to contact anyone, but, them while I was in. They knew I would call you and they didn't want me to corrupt you while you were getting better. I think they had just a little more hope for your recovery than mine." he smiles a bitter smile.
"Well I think you did pretty damn good." I say, almost shyly, looking at him.
He smiles back, just as shy as me. He picks up my bags with one hand and grabs my hand with his other hand. I lean against him. We walk together out of the rehab center. The cold air doesn't feel as cold any more.
It is my last day here. My last day at the rehab facility I have called home for six months. My parents have flown in to visit me. Keenan's parents have flown in to visit me. This is it and I am out. I am free. I grab my pack of smokes and my cup of coffee and stand out front in the cold wintry air. I light up a smoke. I only have a few forms to sign and I will be free to leave. There is a bus ticket waiting for me at the greyhound. I am in Kamloops.
I drag deeply from my cigarette. The air is cold and hurts my lungs more than the cigarette does. I haven't heard from Keenan once in the long six months. This hurts more than the cold air ever could. I cried at first. But now I am over it. I am over something I never thought I could get over. I take another drag. The smoke I blow out hangs solidly in the air.
When I am finished I go inside to finish my forms. I fill everything out and go into my room. I grab my bags which I have had packed for the past week. Anticipating my release. I give my roommate a hug and wish her luck. As I head down to the front doors I am approached by one of the counselors.
"I know you were expecting to leave alone, but there is someone here waiting for you."
My heart skips a beat in an unreal hope. I follow the counselor down the hallway to the front intake room. I look around. I see a familiar head of shaggy dark hair sitting in one of the seats. Hearing my footsteps he stands up and turns to me.
He looks really good. The sick confusion has left his face. His body is strong. He is smiling that crooked cocky smile I can remember from what seems like forever ago.
Forgetting the lack of contact the past six months I rush to him. I press into his chest and smell his familiar smell. Feel him breathing and hear his heart beating.
"I just got out yesterday. I came straight here. That's why I haven't been in contact."
"What do you mean, out?"
"I was in rehab too. My parents requested that I wasn't allowed to contact anyone, but, them while I was in. They knew I would call you and they didn't want me to corrupt you while you were getting better. I think they had just a little more hope for your recovery than mine." he smiles a bitter smile.
"Well I think you did pretty damn good." I say, almost shyly, looking at him.
He smiles back, just as shy as me. He picks up my bags with one hand and grabs my hand with his other hand. I lean against him. We walk together out of the rehab center. The cold air doesn't feel as cold any more.
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