Creative Writing Short Story
Ten days ago I was released from a rehabilitation center. After finding out that I was addicted to pain medications, my mother put me on lock down in my room until the center was ready for me. I spent half of my freshman year and all of my summer there; I am finally sound enough to go back home and back to school. My mother believes this to be good for me; it undeniably won’t be. I lost all my friends when I started dating James. He was the one who introduced me to the meds. After my friends found out each and every one left. Then they spread it around. That’s what made it worse. School became insufferable, except when James was there.
But after my mother found out everything, I was forced to leave James and my old life behind to get better. As soon as I got to the center I had finally seen what was wrong. I made myself a promise that I would forget about James and the drugs he got me addicted to. But knowing that I’m about to start school once again, I can’t keep my consciousness clear of the thoughts of him any longer. One last night of thoughts of school and James before I fall asleep to wake for tomorrow…
“Mara, wake up! Its six o’clock. You need to get up.” My mother’s voice awakens me. I slowly draw myself out of bed and into the bathroom. I examine myself in the mirror. My shoulder length hair is disheveled from a deep nights sleep. The purplish bags beneath my eyes look as if they’ll never wane. My cheeks have a slight rose in them, though only evident if one looks closely. My skin has returned to its healthy golden-brown shade, just as my hair has gotten thicker and stronger; also returning to its light auburn color. I’ve also put on weight, recovering from my weak 110 lbs. to a pleasant 130 lbs. My rehab counselor rewarded me with a Snickers Bar; classic. In all my months at rehab, I’d forgotten how it is always such a hurry to get out the door on a school morning. Run this way, run that way, don’t forget this, almost forgot that. I’m almost
But after my mother found out everything, I was forced to leave James and my old life behind to get better. As soon as I got to the center I had finally seen what was wrong. I made myself a promise that I would forget about James and the drugs he got me addicted to. But knowing that I’m about to start school once again, I can’t keep my consciousness clear of the thoughts of him any longer. One last night of thoughts of school and James before I fall asleep to wake for tomorrow…
“Mara, wake up! Its six o’clock. You need to get up.” My mother’s voice awakens me. I slowly draw myself out of bed and into the bathroom. I examine myself in the mirror. My shoulder length hair is disheveled from a deep nights sleep. The purplish bags beneath my eyes look as if they’ll never wane. My cheeks have a slight rose in them, though only evident if one looks closely. My skin has returned to its healthy golden-brown shade, just as my hair has gotten thicker and stronger; also returning to its light auburn color. I’ve also put on weight, recovering from my weak 110 lbs. to a pleasant 130 lbs. My rehab counselor rewarded me with a Snickers Bar; classic. In all my months at rehab, I’d forgotten how it is always such a hurry to get out the door on a school morning. Run this way, run that way, don’t forget this, almost forgot that. I’m almost