Group Therapy
Title: Group Therapy
Author: Me-Rebecka (jesuisunaline)
Chapter: Drabble-like-standalone-thing
Summary: “Hi, everyone. My name is David Desrosiers and I'm an addict.”
Disclaimer: Never Happened
“Hi, everyone. My Name is David Desrosiers and I'm an addict.”
“Hi, David,” chorused the group.
“I haven't always been an addict...well of course not. I guess it all started two years ago, when I fell in love with my best friend. We were in this great, successful band together and were touring the world. It was amazing.
“We never got to sleep, though, because we were in one place and then the next in less than a day. We took drugs to stay awake, drugs to sleep, and drugs to just keep our chill. I was the only one who got hooked on them, though. I guess it was my fault that it happened. One day I was normal David and then the next I was a pill popper who was hooked on all the drugs the doctors prescribed for me.
“I know it was stupid now, but at the time I wasn't really thinking about it. When I watch the videos of me on stage, I can now see what the drugs did to my body. They'll have a lasting effect and I'll never be able to change who I once was. I can change, however, who I am.”
“That was wonderful, David. Would anyone else like to share?”
I looked around the room at the several people I had been coming to group therapy with for almost six months. It was the first time I had ever opened up to them, and it hadn't made me feel much better. Yeah, I was an addict, but I was happy being an addict! Or, I had been at the time. Until I'd overdosed and ended up almost dying.
David Desrosiers did not look good getting his stomach pumped. And after that, I'd been sent to rehab. No band, no Pierre, no nothing. I was on my own with a bunch of strangers who didn't understand me.
“Thank you everyone for sharing. We'll meet here again tomorrow,” the group therapist said. The room dispersed and I went back to my dorm. I didn't usually leave. I had nothing better to do than to lie there and think about what I had done wrong.
“...and that's when I realized I was an addict,” Mark-The-Milk-Man finished.
“Wonderful, Mark. Thank you for sharing. David, would you like to go next?”
I looked up and shrugged. No, I didn't want to, but yes, I would.
“Hi, everyone. I'm David Desrosiers and I've been sober for six months and three days.”
“Hi, David,” came the chorus.
“So, after being here for six months, I was able to realize that I never actually loved Pierre. We were just always together and I thought I wanted him to be more than he was. I've realized I don't need him to keep going. We can be in the band together and we can be friends, but that's it. I guess now all I need to do is test my theory.”
“Wonderful, David. Thank you for sharing. Would anyone else like to share?”
It was the same every day. No one else wanted to share. We returned to our rooms and I stared at the ceiling, thinking about what I would share the next day.
“Hi, everyone. I'm David Desrosiers and I had a relapse yesterday.”
“Hi, David,” they chorused.
“Yesterday, I said I didn't need Pierre...but that was a lie. I need him every day and I can't stop thinking about him. I'm in love with him and he has no idea. I think that's the reason I'm in here, because of him, because he isn't able to acknowledge that I love him. I walked out of here yesterday thinking I was almost read to go home, but I realize how much I actually need these sessions. No matter how stupid I think they are, they're actually helping me.
“I'm in love with my best friend. I pop pills to get over that fact. I am an addict, and I think I always will be until Pierre can accept my love for him.”
“Wonderful, David. Thank you for sharing. Would anyone else like to share?”
A/N: Expect a few updates from me this week. No internet for a whole day let me catch up on a bunch of standalones and I wrote some good chapters. I'm excited about one of them!