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Save Me From Myself

New Tides Home of Rehabilitation

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Anthony "Oz" Ozimek [9] "I am the great and powerful Oz! Ignore the smoke, I've just rolled a few joints."
Ashley Sherman [6] "They made me insecure..told me I wasn't good enough.."
Tyler Nicholas [6] "I don't really think this sort of thing is a problem.."
Pandora Rosaline [4] "I feel perfectly fine."
Elli Maxwell [4] "I just have to be perfect...you just don't understand" [WIP]
Bryony Auguste [3] "I shouldn't even be here. Being wanted is not a crime."
Nicholas Gallo [0] "You have ten seconds, 5 to plead your case, 2 to see my reaction, and 3 to run.."

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Sighing loudly, Ash threw her bags down onto the small, four poster bed in the white washed room. She didn't know what possessed her to come to New Tides, but she suspected it had something to do with her best friends constant nagging about the numerous scars up her porcelain arms, old and new. There was another bed on the opposite side of the room, and from what she had gathered at check in she would be rooming with a man. Since when was rehab co-ed? , she had asked, only to get a lengthy, unhelpful reply from the rude desk worker.

Running a hand over her messy, blue hair she flopped down onto her bed and opened her suit case, pulling out one of the juices she had managed to smuggle in and opening it, ah took a long gulp and stared at the ceiling. The only thing left to do now was wait and see who the guy was, and who the other people that were checked into the rehab facility were. She hoped to god that they were nice, especially her roommate.

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Elliot sat in the small room, easily the most bored he had even been in his life. Okay, so maybe that wasn't true, but he would say it was. This was probably the biggest reason that he has started stealing things, he had been bored. It wasn't really an excuse, sure, but it was the reason he would give whenever others asked him. Stealing distracted him, it gave him something to do. Honestly, wouldn't you rather he be stealing things than doing drugs or something equally as crazy? All he really craved was the adrenaline it gave him, the thought of getting away with it or even better, not getting away with it.

Apparently the desire to know what would happen if he didn't get away with it was too strong for him to handle, because he had deliberately set himself up to get caught the last time, without even knowing he had done it. So yes, that was what had landed him here, in this center for mentally-fucked-up people or something along those lines. The cops had brought him in a few hours ago. Leaning back against the headboard of the pathetic little bed, the one closest to the back wall, he closed his eyes and waited to see if there was two beds for a reason, or just because they wanted to take up space that he could be using.

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Pandora looked around as she strolled down the small narrow corridor; she had expected some people around but failed to see any along her way, though she realized that perhaps some were already in their rooms while others had yet to arrive. It didn’t take much for her to find an empty room, plus as she walked inside, she noticed another bed opposite to hers so expected a roommate. From what she read, her roommate would be a female. Not that she cared either way.

As she gently let her small suitcase collapse onto the bunk, she herself settled down, jumping up and down softly, as some blonde curls tumbled forwards onto her eyes; she blew on the strands repeatedly before giving up. Maybe this
whole ‘rehabilitation’ thing wasn’t such a bad idea. Though she must admit, her drinking was not a problem. Possibly the problem was when she was drunk, but the alcohol itself wasn’t that bad, after all, there were millions around the world who had it worse than her.

Skimming around the room, she found herself release an annoyed moan, the room was quite bland and dull. It looked more like a prison, but she had to admit, the beds were pretty larger than she had first expected and this whole situation was to get ‘better’ not as a vacation trip. ”Though I would love to be partying it out in Ibiza.” She chuckled to herself, as much as she loved to drink, surprisingly she only drank to become more normal around social situation, she herself was pretty quiet and mellow though a drink wouldn’t harm her to change. Well, that’s what she thought in the beginning.

Finally resting her eyes back at the door, she wondered when her roommate would come. Hopefully they would get on well with each other; after all, it would be a very long stay and being enemies with your roommate didn’t exactly sound like fun. Clicking her knuckles softly, she fell onto her back and took a deep breath in before releasing it out loudly. It’s going to be a long stay She thought as she closed her eyes.

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"You got to be freaking kidding me!" He yelled at the phone like a person would yell at a dog for peeing on the carpet or couch. As he was brought inside this building he would soon call home,"It was either this or jail honey we-" Tyler sighed and squeezed the bridge of his nose with his fingers,"There's nothing wrong with me, why would they suggest this place? They should have put me in freaking jail." His mom explained to him once again and he sighed before saying goodbye to his mother and giving the buff looking guard the phone. Rolling his eyes he was pissed but, he'd get over it.

Rehab? Okay. He could handle this, he thought to himself over and over until he walked to the room he was supposed to be in. It looks as if he'd be sharing a room with someone. What? This rehab didn't have a room for 'people like him'. So they say he bit the hell out of his previous boyfriend, it wasn't Tyler's fault. He wanted to be dominate one and he wasn't going to go down that easy. Though the guy was slightly bigger than him he thinks it could still work out between them.

Of course he would have guards around him, just to keep everyone he passed safe. This was insulting to him, and he didn't like it. Whenever he opened the door was when the guards would finally back off. "Finally." He said to himself as he sat on the bed that wasn't occupied by another person. Sighing he began to wonder what got him there and he was thinking about it for a little bit. After all the other guys he decided to beat this one decided to press charges against him, saying that he loved him and that he wanted him to get better.

Tyler knew it was just lies for him to escape from Tyler's grasps before he got hurt again. Shaking his head, he looked up at the person across from him, he didn't know the person at all and doesn't think he should talk to him. "Um, hi?" Giving the person a small wave before looking down and away.

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Sunshine shone down on Bryony through the tinted windows of the tiny black car she was in. She had her forehead pressed to the cool window's surface, with her neck tilted at an awkward angle, so she could look up at the fluffy white clouds as they passed her by without a care in the world. I wish I could be a cloud. She thought as she breathed on the window and drew small shapes in the fog created. "What's the name of this place again?" She asked, pulling her attention away from the window, and back to the present.

"New Tides Rehabilitation." Her driver, whoever he was, responded, and she rolled her eyes and leaned back against the leather seat. She didn't need rehab. Using her beauty to her benefit was not a crime. If these people had only met her mother, then they would see. They would see what true crazy was. I shouldn't even have to do this. She thought to herself as she went back to leaning on the window. She was eighteen. Legally, the orphanage shouldn't be allowed to hold her anymore, but, they'd spoken with the law about their concern for her... "condition" and they'd told her that she could not have her freedom until this New Tides place released her, stating that she'd been "fixed."

Bryon watched as a building came into view, blocking out her view of the clouds. They'd arrived. She bit her lip and stepped out of the car daintily, looking up at the building, taking in her new home.

Her long, golden hair glinted in the sunlight, but that was she only thing bright about this girl, for she was wearing all black, as she had been for a year now. It wasn't a gothic thing, or that she thought black was slimming. She really didn't even like the color, as it was too dull. It was a mourning thing. She was mourning the loss of her mother. The loss of her old life and the beginning of this new, terrible one. Her mother and her had had a sketchy relationship, but she was still the only mother Bryon had ever known. The only bit of color on the girl where her shoes, hot pink ballet flats. She was wearing a black lace dress with an open back, and a black belt around the middle, with a black cross necklace, and a black lace flower clipped to her golden hair.

Her driver came up behind her and cleared his throat. "It looks so... Gloomy." She stated dully as she turned towards him and grabbed her bag in his hands. He turned, ready to let go, but Bryony wouldn't let him. "Please." She whispered, tugging him close. "Please take me out of here. I'll do anything you want." But he only shook his head and scurried away, head down.

A common reaction. People always treated her like she was crazy, but Bri knew she wasn't. She shouldn't be at New Tides. New Tides was for people with drinking problems, and thoughts of suicides, not girls like her. The only thing she ever did was have a good time.

With a sigh, she made her way into the building. Inside, a guard had to go through her bag, as well as her person to make sure she was not containing any harmful objects, not only to the other inhabitants, but to herself. She smiled when his hands grazed over her, arms out. "Lingering a little long there buddy?" She smirked as she took her bag back from him and moved on, heading to the room number written on a piece of paper.

Once there, she pushed the door open to find the room empty. Completely empty. The walls were white, it was small, and there wasn't much in it save for two beds, meaning she'd have a roommate. Great. Someone else's shit, in this already small space. A depressing scene. She sighed and went in, not bothering to close the door, she tossed her bag on her bed and dropped her face into her hands with a groan. Why was she here?

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Nicholas sighed exasperatedly as he was escorted into the building, blowing a piece of honey-colored hair out of his face.

"Hey buddy? Where'd you go wrong in school to be escorting my ass around?" he laughed at the guard, but instantly became angered when he didn't get a response.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" he growled, poking the guard in the shoulder.

The bigger man took hold of Nick's hand and said, "Look kid, you'd better quit while you're ahead."

Nick growled deep in his throat as the man opened up the door to his room and thrust him into it, slamming the door behind him. With a yell, the blonde punched the door, then threw himself down onto the bed screaming loudly. He flopped around and clawed at his face for a few minutes before he calmed down and hugged the pillow to his chest, breathing heavily.

I don't have a problem he thought, feeling a sob wrack through his body. He wouldn't last in here, he was sure of it, he would snap and it would end badly.

He didn't realize that there was a girl on the bed across from him until he had had his tantrum, but when he did he smiled sheepishly and said "Sorry about that doll, name's Nick."

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The machines beside her beeped, telling everyone in the room that she still had a heartbeat. Elli did not want to open her eyes, she didn't understand why she had a tube down her throst. She didn't have a problem. Her twin brother, Nathan, sat beside her bed and held her hand, for the last three days hes been beside her in the hospital, even at night he would pull up a cot next to her bed. Mother only came by twice, she had much more inportant things to take care of then her daughter. Her mother didn't understand that what she was doing, she was trying to be perfect for her mother.

She was awoken when the doctor came in, Nathan squeezed her hand gently and Elli just gave him a small smile. She hasn't talked once since being in the hospital, all the question they asled were unanswered as she laid there barely awake. They keep on telling her that she was lucky to still be alive but really was she lucky? Doctor Roberts stood in front of her bed and gave her what might have been considered a reassuring smile "good news Elli you will be getting out of here today, we spoke with your mother over the phone and she agreed that you are still not well enough to go back home". She looked at Nathan and he just gave her a knowing look "Its okay Elli, you just need a little more help".

Doctor Roberts went on to tell her about New Tides Rehabilation, after she was done a nurse came in and unhooked all the machines that were connected to her and took out the feeding tube. Her throat felt raw, she did not like the feeling at all. Her brother already packed a bag of clothes for her, she was able to get dressed before she went there. She put on a pair of sweatpants that were big for her, a tshirt, and a zipped up hoodie, which she put the hood up. Her brother had to say goodbye to her there because they would be transfering her by ambulance.

"I love you Elli-Bean, I will come to visit when I can"

"Nathan..I..I don't want to go...I am fine, there is nothing wrong with me" her voice was hoarse and scratchy as she spoke.

Nathan shook his head and pulled his sister in for a hug, the girl was just skin and bones, there was hardly anything left of her. He didn't know what else to say so he gave her a kiss on the forehead then the EMat crew took her to the ambulance.

The drive was about a twenty minute drive, once there she was escorted into the building and one of the staff took over. She watched the doora behind her close and she knew now her freedom was taken feom her. She looked at the female staff member who introduced herself as Megan, the woman was rambling on about something, probably the rules, but she wasn't listening. A guard then took hee things and had to go through her bag while Megan searched her. Once they were done Mengan took her down a hallway and to her room.

Once they were there Megan left, she hesitantly pushed the door opened and looked inside. The room was pretty bland but that was not what she noticed first, what she noticed was the blonde sitting on one of the beds. Megan said she would have a roommate, that everyone was paired with someone. She walked in and set her bag on the bed, she was already feeling a bit tired, lately she wasn't able to do a lot of things and mostly was found sleeping. She sat down on the empty bed and looked at the girl across from her.

"Hello..Im Elli" her voice was still a little hoarse as she spoke, she was unsure of what to say. She still didn't think she was suppose to be here but at this point she had no choice.

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Pandora sighed gently as she kept her eyes closed. Something about how getting treatment felt weird, in a way she didn’t exactly care that she as here. Her parents showed no further interest in how she lived her life nor gave her life any acknowledgement, though she was happier that she got to finally be away from them and him. A shiver ran down her spine as she thought about him. Somehow pushing him away from her mind simply lead her to think more about her childhood.

”I could use a vodka shot right about now.” She mumbled to herself, feeling a headache form. As she ran her delicate painted orange fingers through her hair, she ended up massaging her temples for a moment or two before settling her hands down to her sides. When she first heard about being admit to the facility, it was from a letter written by their family lawyer, stating that if she still considered being a member of the Rosaline, she had to attend this rehabilitation facility otherwise she would be classed as an outcast. Not that I care, I’m already one. She thought to herself as she felt the corners of her lips perk up into a tiny smile.

Not realizing that someone had already walked into the room and settled down onto the bed, she turned so that she now lay on her side. It was only when the girl spoke, "Hello...I’m Elli" that she slowly reopened her caramel eyes to look directly at her. Blinking under her large lashes, she stretched a bit as she sat up, rubbing her eyes from the imaginary sleep dust.

“Oh, hello, my name is Pandora; it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She smiled brightly at her, her sunglasses still perched on her head. Her favourite accessory, though probably because she had a tendency to get drunk and then have a painful hangover.

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Oz sighed impatiently, looking over to the two guards on either side of him that were to lead him to his room. He pulled out a cigarette and placing it on his lips, looking for a lighter, "You guys really know how to treat a junkie huh?" He said sarcastically, lighting his smoke, only to have his cigarette and lighter snatched away by one of the guards. "Contraband." was the only response from the guard. Oz just rolled his eyes, automatically thinking of all the other things he's smoked that were a thousand times worse than a measly cigarette.

When they neared the room the guards shoved him in, making him fall to the floor, "Ouch." he muttered, his suitcase landing beside him. As he heard the door close he sat up, looking to the girl in the room, nodding to her, "What's up roomie?" he reached into his jacket, finding the pack of cigarettes hidden in his jacket, standing to plop down on the available bed in the room, opening the window beside it, "I'm Oz." Oz took his jacket off, revealing his tattoo covered arms and moving his long hair out of his eyes.

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Ash watched as the guards shoved the alternative man into the room, moving to help him when he fell to the ground. He had already pushed himself up by the time she was off of the bed and she sat back down, watching as he pulled out a cigarette.

"I'm Ashley," she said with a warm smile, sipping on her Capri sun, "But everyone calls me Ash."

She scratched nervously at her already scarred and reddened arms, rubbing her nose at the offensive cigarette smoke.

"Doesn't that kind of defeat the purpose of being here?" She joked, pointing at the cancer stick. She suddenly became very aware of the fact that she wasnt wearing any make up as she looked closer at the handsome man across from her, and she reached into her suitcase for her make up bag.

She pulled it out and began delicately putting it on, holding a hand mirror tightly in one hand and smearing on foundation with the other.

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Oz rose an eyebrow to his roommate as she applied makeup, lightly puffing on the cigarette, "Technically this is me improving." He grinned, showing his surprisingly white teeth. Oz always figured he had lady luck on his side, considering he kept his good looks after all the crap he's smoked, injected, snorted, and pretty much every other possible method of getting the drug in his system. "You know, not that I'm complaining, but why exactly is my roomie a girl?" He asked, rhetorically of course, to be honest, Oz was slightly offended, what? Did the people in charge think he didn't have enough game to score? Possibly a stupid thought. Oz shrugged that train of thought off the tracks, putting out the smoke and tossing it out the window. Walking away from the window to pull his suitcase to an empty dresser, throwing clothes messily into the drawers, looking back to Ash and noticing the marks on her arms. "So, why exactly are you here?" he questioned, looking curiously but trying his best not to imply that he knew anything. Oz was finished unpacking in a few minutes, sitting back down on his bed, adjusting his bangs so they didn't cover his eyes.

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Elliot couldn't help but notice that when his roommate finally showed up, he was flanked by guards that looked about ready to pounce on him at any moment. This was going to be oh-so pleasant, he thought sarcastically. If he was being serious, he was looking forward to staying with this boy as much as he was looking forward to seeing what they would be served for lunch. Both would probably make him want to vomit at one point or another. Not that the boy coming in wasn't attractive, oh he was, just not really Eli's type, you could say. Or maybe he was exactly his type, but he was obviously denying that. He liked guys taller than him. Check, the terrible voice in the back of his head told him. Well, fine, he didn't like having a really feminine boyfriend. Check. He didn't want a boyfriend that was sent to a damn rehab center. Hey, you're in here too.

Finally, the guards seem to relax and begin to move away from the door. Though he noticed them eyeing him, and when he looked back, they widened their eyes and seemed to try and gesture towards the other boy with their eyes. Honestly, they just looked crazy, but it did make him wonder what the boy he was going to be sharing a room with had done to make the guards so nervous. Soon they all disappeared though, leaving Elliot, the new guy, and Hamlet alone in the room. Eli continued to read, not bothering to introduce himself. He hadn't even let himself look over at the other guy again, not until he heard him speaking. Arching an eyebrow, he laid his book down on his lap, thumb still in the pages to make sure he didn't lose his spot. "Hello." After a moments pause, he spoke again, "My name is Elliot." -but you can call me Eli, he added silently.

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Making a funny face in her mirror as she put on mascara Ash replied, "From what I gathered from the lovely woman at the front desk, roommates are paired based on who they think will benefit one another, regardless of sex."

She finally put the make up and hand held mirror away, "And I'm here for the same reason everyone else goes to rehab; I need help."

She had noticed the track marks under his many tattoos, and the way his hands were shaking. It didn't take a genius to know why he was here, though you wouldn't know just by a glance that he was a drug addict.

Ash extended her arms to give him a better view of the multiple marks that decorated them and said with a small smile, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours?" A few of the scars were very long and extended down her arms, a few were big, round burn marks, pulling up her shirt to show him her tiny belly where the words 'ugly' and 'dirtball' were scrawled, and finally there were bandages wrapped around her wrists where she must have pulled the stunt that got her here.

She didn't actually expect an answer, but she figured that her and Oz would be spending a good chunk of down time together and they might as well get to know one another. She flopped down so that she was on her back, staring at the ceiling. She counted tiles for a few minutes before she brought her sock covered feet up in front of her, grabbing at her toes and rocking back and forth for a moment. She laughed and then flipped over on her stomach, glancing over at her roommate and waiting for him to reply.

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Oz looked to the marks on her arms, raising an eyebrow. So he as rooming with a self harmer? How could he ever really help her? Oz shook his thoughts out of his head, fidgeting slightly, giving a weary smile. "Well if you insist." he walked a bit closer to her, displaying his only slightly hidden track marks on his arms, then lifting his shirt to reveal the marks on his stomach and a scar where his kidney once was, pointing too it, "Black market trade, I needed money." he explained, only now realizing how bad that sounded. He sighed, dropping his shirt and moving his long hair from his neck, revealing a slightly fresher mark by the vein. "For some reason, I thought I would get high faster through my neck. I lost a lot of blood but luckily one of my more sober friends took me to the ER. The doctor recognized the signs of drugs in my system and called the cops. I could have gone to jail, but my parents have a great lawyer so instead I landed here." Oz admitted, not quite sure why he was confessing all this to a stranger. He could feel himself sobering up a little, scratching at his arms as he looked to Ash, "I'd show you the rest but that might take all night." He joked, smiling slightly. Oz moved towards his bed, sitting and looking to his roommate, "So a self harmer huh? What's there to cut for? You share your story I'll share mine." He offered another friendly smile, settling in and looking to Ash with curiosity sparkling in his eyes.

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She scratched her head and thoughtfully bit her lip, then shook her head.

"You can't make fun of me," she said, looking at him to make sure he understood. When she felt reassured she gave a sigh and started.

"I guess it kind of started when I was young..my family sucked, not the normal kind of suck though, more like the no soap or food in the house kind of suck. I was really skinny and I guess dirty so people made fun of me. The called me nasty Ashley..no one wanted to be my friend, even the teachers judged me. One day one of the group home girls who went to my middle school told me about how she would steal her dads lighter and burn herself with it. I thought it was ridiculous, and doing it didn't even cross my mind..at least not until a few weeks later. A bunch of older kids decided it would be funny to dump soap water over my head at a school assembly. Everyone laughed and said that maybe I wouldn't smell so bad, and when I say everyone..it includes the teachers. That's when I started self harming. I went home that night and burnt the skin completely off of my left wrist. I'll show you the scar when I get these bandages off. It escalated from there until last month...I don't remember how it happened, but I woke up in the hospital. My wrists were bandage up, my stomach hurt like a bitch, I was handcuffed to the hospital bed and the nurses told me that I was being sent here," she shrugged

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Oz nodded as Ash finished what seemed to be her life story. With a slight smile he sighed, "I guess a story for a story, right?" he situated himself, placing his elbows on his knees to try to stop his fidgeting. "Well, just a few years back, like when I was just starting high school. My parents, business tycoon, wall street type people, decided that they didn't want to deal with me unless there was a social event where the family image would be necessary. And in my dorm, there was a guy with, you know, a supply. He sold me some weed and when I tired it... Well I guess It's sort of a gateway drug, but really because it isn't as bad as people are always preaching it is. There's so many other drugs that are so much worse!" At this point in his story, Oz was beginning to wave his hands around, finally deciding to sit on his hands, "Anyways, I got kicked out of the boarding school and sent back home. Naturally my parents didn't really want their junkie son ruining their image, so they just sent me on my way. I crashed at some guy's house, he was pretty into the drug business and just dug me deeper into my add-- well this." He muttered, motioning to the track marks on his arms. "I've gone through the motions that drugs seem to lead me and eventually brought me here. From then to now, I'd say I've done marijuana, cocaine, ecstasy, LSD, PSP, meth, heroine, shrooms, and opium at least once. I've certainly earned my spot in rehab." Oz said, smiling sheepishly, suddenly becoming self-conscious of judgment that might come from him explaining his past now that he'd been slightly sobered up. It was a little frightening, being sober, considering he knew that withdrawal came soon after.

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Ash listened intently, smiling when he started gesturing with his hands. "Straight edge for life," she laughed a little, pointing to herself. "At least we have the rest of today to adjust before our rehabilitation begins," the girl mused.

"If you need anything when the..well, ya know starts happening just ask, I'll try to help. I'd venture to guess that for the next few days that bed is gonna be your best friend, but I believe in you," she said with a reassuring smile and a thumbs up.

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Tyler looked over at his roommate after the guards had left the room, he still didn't understand why he needed rehab. He didn't even need help, though his parents thought it was for the best, and his so called ex just wanted to protect himself and didn't care about Tyler's needs. Hearing him introduce himself,"Elliot. My name is Tyler." He said simply and threw himself on the bed, he covered his face, might as well just start off fresh and try to be 'less controlling' this time. He'd probably try to tone it down a bit. He might say that but, he knew he wasn't going to do that. No matter how much he had tried.

Looking up and around the room while lying down, he was a little afraid of how confined and plain it was. He actually hated it, it was a type of dirty pale tan color. Biting his lower lip softly he wondered how long it was going to take and how hard he was going to try to break this horrible habit of his. Again, as stubborn as he was, he wasn't going to admit of this problem. Stealing a couple of glances at his roommate, he thought he was attractive. Now that he was looking at him a bit closer.

"So what brought you here, if you don't mind me asking." He'd usually tell someone to tell him the stats or something demanding like that. But, at least no one could say he didn't try. He wondered what else he would have to be doing in this place, he always had went to jail but, this time they decided to get him help, he wondered if they just wanted to do something to occupy him so that they wouldn't have to worry about his recent relationships ending in domestic violence.

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The first thing that Elliot had stolen was a Playboy bunny magazine. He had been fourteen and, well his brother had been talking about it, and he had to check it out. Unfortunately, he couldn't go to his father or mother and ask for money, because then they would ask why, and he couldn't just go about telling them that he wanted to buy a magazine with naked women so he could show off to his friends. Typical boy-ness, wanting to be the cool one. And after that, he definitely was. They all looked to him for expertise in anything girl-related, even though he knew little about the creatures. Though his brother was pretty good at giving him information.

The biggest thing he had stolen was a car, a black and red 07' Camaro. Oh, my god. That car was everything to him. Unfortunately he hadn't gotten to drive it for more than one night, because after he returned it he was handcuffed and thrown into jail. Though he only had to stay for a night, because then they were moving him to rehab. He still didn't really know which he preferred, he hadn't been in either long enough to decide.

The boy- Tyler -asked him what had gotten him here. Eli looked over at him, arching an eyebrow. "Why do you care?", he was being bitter, but you couldn't really blame him. And he really wouldn't blame Tyler if he tried to sit on and suffocate him with a pillow, if he was that sort of person. Who wouldn't be bitter at their first day of rehab?

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Tyler huffed in anger at the comment,"I don't care," He raised his voice a little,"Just trying to be 'friendly', can't say I tried." Shrugging, he didn't really care anymore it doesn't even scare him if he did go to jail after this. Nothing was going to help him anyways. But, he would expect a person that didn't know him at all, he would expect him to be a bit nice. Then again Tyler's low tolerance level wasn't good for him either, it was ruined at the age of 8 when this huge looking fat kid decided to push him down when Tyler called him fat. Well, it was true, and plus, he was just playing around.

Shaking his head, if that was one of his previous partners saying that he'd knock their asses out. He did not tolerate the smart mouthed ones, and he would put them in their places. Rolling his eyes,"Whatever, going back to jail anyway." He said under his breath as he closed his eyes. He was not tired but, he didn't feel like keeping his eyes open either. He actually wanted to get the hell out of here but, he did semi promise his parents that he would go through this even if he wasn't going to change in the end.

He couldn't help but, imagine all his previous partners being on one of those shows and talking about how much they were literally stuck in a relationship with a monster, and they were glad that things didn't get worse between them and Tyler or they would've been beaten to death. Then Tyler would've beaten their heads with the camera, and beat everyone else whoever tried to stop him. Grinning wickedly, he ran his fingers through his hair, and tugged it behind his ears. He actually looked kind of weird with his hair slicked back in a ponytail, he always had it down.