[ WP ] An addict tries to convince him/herself to go into rehab .

They sat in their bedroom, they've been sitting in here since his brother found him. He is huddled on a air mattress shivering with a bottle of lorazepam, water, and a sandwich about a day old on the floor next to him. His room is empty, but it used to be filled with all sorts of things; Board games used to be on his long dresser, he had a couple of game consoles on a table next to his desk, his collection of blu-rays, games, and other media hung on the wall in a nice holder, and his posters used to be framed with his favorite movies and music albums. He's been here for about three days trying to get sober, sleeping most of the time and listening to an old radio that his plugged in and on his window sill. 
 
 `` UHRAGH! I'm tired of this fucking song!'' He looks over at the window to the clock radio. It's after midnight. `` They play the same shitty pop girl song on the radio every other hour.'' 
 
 `` Calm down, you are okay. How you feeling today? Did you want some food?'' He sat up from the floor he laid flat on. `` They made some morning potatoes down stairs with peppers and onions. Just like Grandma used to make.'' 
 
 `` Fuck the food.... I honestly just want to get over this... I want... I want to feel better, and happy... I want another fucking hit.'' He sat holding the blanket on his shoulders. `` They are keeping me here, just because having me on the streets ruining their family name is too much for them! The fuckers, If I was a bum.. These guys would hand me a needle!'' 
 
 `` No, stop it. They would n't. Your brother cares about you. You know he does. His list idea is clever, as well. Having you write down any drugs you've taken over the course of your trip. Marks for that.'' He sat with his hands around his knees and clenching his hands in between. 
 
 `` You sure?! Cause I think he just wants to gloat about how much better than he is compared to his older brother.'' He laid back into the bed with his feet planted on the floor. `` This place is like a tomb to me.'' 
 
 `` Well you created it, you've sold most of your shit when you were high over the years.'' They looked like a pair of twins visiting after a long time apart. `` You still have your music equipment. Even your high version of you is still looking out for yourself.'' 
 
 `` I... Need.. another hit Liam!'' He turned to get back on the air mattress and stretched out. `` Help me, just get us to another dealer. Come on. You can feel it, it's like a tension in the air.'' 
 
 `` Nope, we are n't. It's time to get better. You know that was your last run. Even the doctor said your body ca n't take anymore drugs. It's time to check into rehab.'' He stood up and was about to pull the covers over his body, but Liam tucked himself in before he could help. 
 
 `` Jack fuck off. Fuck rehab, man. Every time you bring that shit up its like a fucking droning noise that wo n't shut the fuck up. Bounce the damn water bottle over my head before you start.'' He looked up at Jack like he was going to kick him if he gotten closer. 
 
 `` Liam, I am just looking out for you. Come on, man. We can win this, and start working towards what you've always wanted. Music.'' Jack sat down and leaned on the air mattress. 
 
 `` Fuck off Jack, just fuck the fuck off.'' He rolled over and someone walks in the door. 
 
 `` Hey son, who are you taking to?'' The woman came in smiling with a tray of food, a sandwich, kool-aid, and homemade chicken noodle soup. `` It's time to eat. We've got to get your strength up.'' 
 
 `` Hey mom, I'm just visiting with myself. Thinking about rehab...'' He said holding the blanket and staring at the wall. 
 
 `` Do n't be doing that, you do n't need to listen to yourself right now. Your not well, yet.'' She said pulling out the trays little legs to stand up beside his mattress. 
 
 `` I think you're right. I'm just going to try cold turkey... Again. I'll really try this time, although.'' He switched his gaze down towards the window sill again. 
 
 `` Just get stronger and then we can talk about it again. Okay?'' She put her hand on his shoulder and leaned in to kiss him. `` I love you, son. Just come back to us, okay?'' 
 
 `` I'll try mum.'' He said holding his blanket. `` I'll make an effort.'' 
 
 `` Goodnight, Liam Jack Hall. Your mother loves you.'' She said walking out and shutting the door along the way. 
 
 He stole the radio on the window sill that night, and bought another hit after an hour. His brother found him again, he died in an alleyway from getting beat up to someone he owed money to.
