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It took a titanic hurricane of events to thrust him towards this precipice. Then, a grievous plummet to the bottom. The fucking bottom of it all.<br/>
Anxiety had no claim over him, yet his leg bounced, rhythmic even, and his fingers quivered. A pining for a cigarette rang within him, that need to fill the yawning hollow which hungered with an overwhelming urgency—what <i>fun. </i><br/>
Overall, Elias looked as though he had gone through the motions of withdrawal, a cruel and turbulent sea he swam across to get here in a bus down a rock-ribbed road to his supposed salvation.<br/>
As if.<br/>
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A snort came from Eli as he ran his fingers through his unruly ebony locks, glancing at the partial reflection of his visage captured in a smudged and dirtied window. The glint of his icy blue eyes held a weariness, and he realized fatigue ate away at him, leaving his body feeling cumbersome.<br/>
Once, he had been here. Not at Desert Rose, no, but snared within the rehabilitation system. Akin to a dog chasing its tail, he sought something but had nothing to show for it in an ever-grating cycle. Spinning in circles was all he was doing. Such an impassible fragment of his reality did not slip from his cognizance.<br/>
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Unable to alter the ruinous and convoluted path he had ambled down nor undo what cataclysmic events had transpired, it seemed to stray from where he was going was no longer a possibility. Locked and anchored, that was what he was.<br/>
Nothing about it enthused Elias. Long had he had come down from the heights of inebriation, but at least he was away from <i>her</i>, although division cut him in two. The split anguished him more than he would admit.<br/>
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Evelyn.<br/>
If he spoke the name, it rolled sweet as warm honey off his tongue, a curse yet one so divine it sickened him.<br/>
Long had the two entertained a relationship seeping utter toxicity. Eve's venom pulsed through his veins, and he savored it. Not only had he become addicted to quite the myriad of substances, content to continue trying to fill the vacuum inside him, but he had also stumbled into vicious codependency with Eve herself.<br/>
Of course, she often left him high and dry, yet it never ended his unwavering allure to her.<br/>
<br/>
A fraction of him abhorred her and the dance she captured him in, but it never got him far.<br/>
At least here, Elias could disentangle himself from the webs she had weaved, stifling him and drawing him back to lapping at the waters of addiction and indulgence.<br/>
With a heaved sigh, Elias opted not to ponder too much about her lest he go down a deep, murky rabbit hole. For miles, it seemed he stared at a vast sea of nothingness, and it reminded him of the unsatiated hunger of his disease. The chills which wracked him would make it so he would never dare to forget.<br/>
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Despite a propensity to engage and spark conversation, Elias remained hushed and inward during the entire duration of a dull drive.<br/>
To brood over all the seeds sowed, sprouting into sheer horridness soon after, became a shitty default state. Awareness of those around him dissipated as the wrenching grasp of guilt tightened around his throat.<br/>
The bus halted, and he jolted, awakened and keen.<br/>
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Beyond an attire or more of clothing, Eli brought only a tattered backpack and a sketchbook. The cover of the hardback book was closed by twine, and he deemed he would give no one the chance to open it.<br/>
The frayed sketchbook had a sentimental value to it, and it roused a bristled protectiveness in him, so when herded out of the bus in a row, he clenched it close to his chest.<br/>
Now, they huddled before four individuals, each introduced by the operation's owner.<br/>
<br/>
Although for Elias, it went in one ear and out the other as he instead focused upon the motley crew composed of the other addicts sentenced to confinement here until they hit some point of progression.<br/>
Two of the guys looked worse for wear, and, with frigidity, he disregarded the other lot. Not out of a want to not foster potential relationships, but because of a listlessness encompassing him.<br/>
To ferret about and prod would be for some time in the future. There was not much value in feigning a cheery disposition, and Elias did not fret over refusing to entertain the others for now.<br/>
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Most looked as though they did not desire to make connections at the moment, and neither did he. Yet, he caught the faint smile of a beguiling woman with honeyed-hued locks, and Elias returned it, albeit forced. Was he curious? Perhaps.<br/>
When the introductions came to a close, and Andrea King gave firm instructions, Eli followed along, playing the game expected of him.<br/>
The first stop was the bulletin board, where he would discern which numbered room belonged to him.<br/>
Eight.<br/>
Home, right?<br/>
<br/>
Another hefty sigh escaped Eli. After dallying, scouring through the list of names scrawled next to numbers ranging from one to ten, Eli headed upstairs.<br/>
Since he had lingered, a few of his fellow <i>inmates </i>were already in the hall, which allowed him to catch an exchange between a man dressed with notable extravagance and the fellow in a shoddy shape. They contrasted, except one had a palpable peevishness, which showed as he lashed out with the spitting of vitriol.<br/>
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"Someone piss in your cheerios?"<br/>
Voice laden with revulsion, Elias hissed as he passed, jotting down a mental note that this guy was an <i>asshole. </i><br/>
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Regardless, he continued onward until he reached room eight, twisting the doorknob and stepping inside. Not even taking in the room's span, Elias sat on the bed, head in his palms.<br/>
So, here he was again, at a refresh, but <i>did </i>he <i>want </i>it?<br/>
Well, he supposed he would soon see.<br/>
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font-size: 10px;"><abbr class="bbc-abbr" data-trigger="hover focus touchclick" data-xf-init="tooltip" role="button" tabindex="0" title="LOCATION">Location: Desert Rose Rehab, Room 8.</abbr> | <abbr class="bbc-abbr" data-trigger="hover focus touchclick" data-xf-init="tooltip" role="button" tabindex="0" title="INTERACTIONS">Interactions: OPEN. </abbr> | <abbr class="bbc-abbr" data-trigger="hover focus touchclick" data-xf-init="tooltip" role="button" tabindex="0" title="MENTIONS">Mood: Wearied.</abbr></div></div><div style=" margin: auto; margin-top: 5px; height: 10px; max-width: 100%; text-align: center; font-size: 8px;">Code by Jenamos</div>