Chapter: Fallen {Part 2}

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Chapter: Fallen {Part 2}

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Narrator: The bumpy ride came to an end in front a sprawling manor. This was nestled in New England’s hills. Fall had come early this year and the red and golden colors touched the scenery.
Trista’s Mother: We are here. *fumbles with phone*
Trista: *gathers bags; gets out of the car into chilly air; closes door; bends down to speak to his mother through open window* Don’t worry about me, mom. I’ll be out soon. I’m fine…
Trista’s Mother: *quickly* Baby, I know. You’re going to do fine. Call me when you can.
Narrator: Trista steps back as his mother drives off. 

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Narrator: Turning Trista walks up to door and turns knob. 

Stepping into the manor Trista finds a nurse with a clipboard greeting him. 
Nurse: *curtly* Hello, what’s your name?
Trista: Trista Brennan.
Nurse: The doctor was expecting you. *motions to room on the right*
Narrator: Trista follows her gestures and steps into the cracked door. He steps through the cracked door. The door opens to a modest office space with a desk and two chairs.
Doctor: *sitting behind aging desk* Hello Trista.
Narrator: Trista could see stained green paint chipping off the bare surface.
Doctor: Sit down please. My name is John Waylard. I will be speaking to you throughout your stay with us. You will undergo evaluation and therapy classes. This is the beginning of your evaluation. *shifts in chair to look at painting* Tell me what's going on. We already know from your files that you have a drug problem. When is the last time you used?
Trista: This morning and at a restroom on the way here. *follows with* I’m fine…
John: Well it doesn’t look like you’re fine. *picks up Trista’s files; mulls over contents* 

You’re first step is to detox. This could take several weeks. I'll schedule our next meeting according to your recovery. *picks up phone; dials number* Hey...yes, he is ready for process...Thanks. *puts receiver down* Mr. Lambert is going to show you to your room and get you squared away. I will see you soon. 
Narrator: Mr. Waylard says as a younger balding man enters the room.
John: Ahh…Mr. Lambert…this here is Trista Brennan. 
Lambert: *shakes Trista’s hand; motions to follow him out*

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Narrator: Mr. Lambert had showed him where everyone ate and took medication. The therapy classes were held in the general area and they had a television room. Trista was changed out into gray sweats and his mp3 and Gameboy were taking away. The staff had also found his stash hidden in his sock. Trista: *Laying there; could feel his body wanting to get high; tossing and turning he drifts in and out as the sleep medication begins to kick in*