You got a bad reputation//That's the word out on the town//It gives a certain fascination//But it can only bring you downNoah looked at himself in the mirror. His fingers brushed his face as he sighed. He'd been out of rehab for three months. As long as he'd been in. And while those three months inside had felt like eternity, it felt like the ( Read more... )

(Picture prompt. Tony = its_irrelevant, used with love.Noah rocked on his feet nervously. His hands were shoved in his pockets and his bags were at his feet. Dr. Nichols stepped over and patted his back lightly. "How are you feeling Noah ( Read more... )

Two weeks left. Feels like it'll never get here. I'm so ready to go home. See my friends. Get back to work.

Can't sleep.

I'm breathing.

(Sensitive adult themes below. Precedes this.This wasn't where he wanted to be. This wasn't what he wanted to be doing at three in the morning. His fingers moved through his hair ( Read more... )

(Co-written with doc_sheaNoah sat in one of the small cubicles that served as their phone booths. He picked up the receiver and held it to his ear for a long time, then hung it up. He had been doing the same thing for days, always giving up and going back to his room instead. His fingers tapped lightly to the small table in front of himself and he ( Read more... )

Secrets told in the pictures on your skin//Hours fade into days that never end//I see myself reflected in your eyes//And I hate the way I'm wearing all these lies ~Saving JaneHe was wrapped up in a heavy coat, a beanie pulled over his head, as he lay out in one of the hammocks outside. The center was set in a gorgeous wooded area of upstate New ( Read more... )

Don't get too shocked by this or anything...

It's been a month. I'm missing people.

Especially you.

(rehab: three weeks in)

Ooh lookie! Noah gets computer time for good behavior! Noah is happy!

Why are all the fun sites blocked?

"Get plenty of calcium." ~Baz Luhrmann (The Sunscreen Song)

"Fucking milk," he muttered under his breath. Noah sat at one of the tables in the rec room, his chin resting on his folded hands against the table. He was staring forward into a clear plastic cup of milk. Not even a glass of milk. A fucking plastic cup. He couldn't exactly cut his ( Read more... )