When Laura's ballet career is put on hold for a small inconvenience, she goes to the neighborhood junkie for a quick fix. When she lands herself in more trouble with family ties, she makes a deal with the devil.
As the night pulls full circle for Ja...
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"You have about a month left in here." My mother inspects my room, "What do you have planned for yourself when you get out?"
My father scoffs, "she isn't an inmate, Sybil." I sigh at their conversation and debate of who I am. "I am right here and she has a point." My father averts his eyes to me, "she is treating you like an inmate."
"Daddy, I am an addict with a mental illness that can not be cured... I might as well be." I sit down on my bed and pretend that both of my parents are happy to see me well and want to better myself instead of criticizing me or each other. My father has always wanted was is best for me, so living full-time with my mother in middle school and high school was the choice he made. He travels for work and came home for a weekend every month to see me. He would go to every recital and performance there was, don't get me wrong. But I wish he would have been here more, he could have seen it sooner.
"Ah, hello." My therapist comes into my room. "Are you three ready?" I have an appointment every two days with my treatment therapist, but with both of my parents once a week. Most of the time only my dad will come in, my mother has other priorities.
"Yes." My mother follows her out of the room and my father grabs my hand ti pull me away from my comfort. "She is just uptight because Ben wants to see you."
I shudder at the thought of him coming to see me. After those messages he left on my phone, I vowed to myself to never speaker see that man willingly ever again. My father and mother are not aware of his messages, but my father does see some discomfort. He asked me about it a few times wile being here and I veered the conversation elsewhere.
"You have completed the mandatory amount of classes, appointments, and sessions for a three month treatment plan." My therapist says while we get comfortable in her office. "You still have one month here, so I would like to ask about your plans for after-release."
My mother looks at my father an I to say, I told you so... She bats her eyes and turns to the therapist, "We were just discussing that before you came and got us from her room." My mother smiles at the poor lady.
"Well, good!" My therapist looks at me, "tell me what you have thought so far?" I look around the room and debate on saying what I want to say. My mother will disagree and try to get me to change my mind as I am a danger to myself and others while my father will be happy about my decision.
"I was thinking about staying with my dad at his condo upstate." My farther grins, "I think that would be a great idea, mija." My mother shakes her head, "why would you do that? You have dance school and scouts wanting to see you."
"That is the issue, mother." I try to reel in my tone, "having the eating eyes and pressure from performing arts is what made my addiction so powerful that it was disguised in the first place." I sit up straighter, "I love dance and I love the art of ballet, but with the pressure it comes with, I am not sure I can handle it while recovering."
