“ betty. . . betty! hey, wait up! “ rushed footsteps carry you close behind @e1ixirs, reaching out to gently grab her arm in an attempt to stop her. you haven’t been back long, two days max. two days in which you could’ve reached out to her and didn’t. subconsciously avoiding the situation. she hadn’t been warned when they shipped you off, but to be fair, neither had you. you overdid it this time. just remember waking up in a not so comfortable bed with a hospital band on your wrist, iv attached to you, and your father starting his lecture. unsurprisingly about him, how this could ruin him. not about how close you had been to death, or you know, the fact that if he didn’t suck so fucking bad maybe you would’ve never felt the need to indulge in these things. whatever. thirty days in a stupid facility to get you on the right track. you served your sentence and now you’re faced with another one. an even bigger hell than the withdrawals had been. looking her in the eyes after all of your lies. “ are we just...... are you just going to like, avoid me now? we should probably, like...... talk about this. “
