The Longing for Leslie
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Author’s note: I’m branching out as it were and writing this as an experiment with all OCs. Yes, it is a dark tale, and reader feedback is of course appreciated. No sex in this chapter, but that’ll come later. Note: Leslie is a former child star that hit a rough patch, based on every former child star.
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‘One long cut. That’s all it’ll take.’ Leslie thought to herself as she stared down at the straight razor held in her hand. She blinked back tears and moved her shaking hand down to her exposed arm. ‘One cut, from elbow to wrist.’
Despite everything in her, the drugs, the medications, and the alcohol something had stopped her from pulling the trigger. Until now. The pills were taking effect, her aim unsteady as she touched the razor in her skin. The pain was dulled to nothing as the sharp blade broke into her skin. A small bubble of blood spitting up where it broke flesh. Leslie looked into the mirror at her face. the light that was present years ago was gone. Her flesh now pale and starting to age from years of meth. Even her freckles looked like blackened sores to her. She pushed back a dyed blonde strand of hair and looked at the mirror then back down at her the start of her end.
Leslie was starting to pull the razor when she was interrupted. She nearly dropped the blade in the sink as the buzz of the doorbell filled her home. ‘Can’t even die in peace.’ She thought to herself. On the one hand she was willing to let the bell ring as it just had, but the other repressed logical part of her won the argument. The former starlet stumbled out of the bathroom nearly tripping herself over discarded bottles of Jack Daniels and Merlot. As she slowly made her way to the door she knocked over the empty bottle of Ambien, even now it’s contents gurgled in her stomach.
Frustrated at her lack of privacy, Leslie ripped the door open to the bright and cheerful day. Birds were chirping, only interrupted by the sounds of lawnmowers and kids laughing on bicycles. It was revolting to her. ‘I have a package here for a…Ms. Ryan?’
Her eyes settled on the man standing before her. Average in about everything, he still took on a rugged appearance. His three day old scruff and unkempt hair said more hiker than delivery guy. ‘Yeah, that’s me.’ She managed to stammer out. Despite everything in her mind she was still flustered by her unkempt appearance. White tank top and grey sweats. She looked like someone that had given up, and really she had.
‘Sign here please.’ He offered her up a clip board and pen, which she dutifully signed. She didn’t notice his eyes wandering her body, especially taking note of where she even now dripped out a steady stream of blood from her left wrist. As he took the clipboard back the delivery man shifted and offered her a small box.
Leslie regarded the small box with puzzlement. She ordered nothing recently save takeout. What was this item. Her analysis was broken however by the chemicals that now swarmed her remaining brain power..
‘Ummm. Please excuse me for asking but are you okay Ms. Ryan?’
‘I’m finnnnee.’ She slurred out. Everything was taking effect now. ‘I don’t need your help. I don’t need anyone’s!’
‘I didn’t mean to say you did, but rather that I’m concerned.’
Leslie was angry now. Ambien and whiskey were effecting her judgment. ‘Save it! I don’t need it or your pity!’ She absently tossed the small box into her house. ‘I’m fine and can take care of myself!’ She prodded his chest with a long finger. ‘Good day!’ Leslie made a motion to grab the door to slam it but missed. Her entire body went out from under her as her head met the cold tile of the foyer. ‘Just one more chance.’ Was her final thought as darkness greeter her head on.
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Bright lights. Leslie’s eyes opened to the blinding light from several florescent bulbs. Even still, the blinds were drawn open and light poured in from the windows. It made her want to crawl back into wherever she was. She threw her hands up in an effort to block the offending light but her arms wouldn’t react. The ominous creeping of leather filled her dread as her arms advanced no further. Looking down, Leslie was more annoyed than anything else to see her arms were strapped down to the bed. ‘Where ever I am, that’s where I’m staying.’ Her mind rationalized.
Silence reigned save for the steady drip on the IV. Leslie’s eyes tracked the line as it snaked from the needle in her arm up to the bag. She sighed deeply and became aware of a chalky, dull taste in her mouth. Carbon. The black material must of been pumped into her stomach to filter out her suicide attempt. Before she could ponder further the door to her room swung open. A doctor, judging by his lab coat, entered and stared at her chart for several moments before speaking.
‘You gave us quite a scare there Leslie.’ He sat on the bed and patted her blanket covered leg. ‘A few more minutes and you would of been gone.’
Silence. ‘That’s what I wanted.’ She managed to croak out.
‘Hardly.’ He lifted her left arm up and the traced the over the bandage a cross her wrist. ‘You had several hesitation marks. The amount of Ambient you consumed would of knocked you out while the liquor impaired your judgment. Despite all that you hesitated. Even still you managed to answer the door.
‘The day you decide to die is hardly one to answer the door, go to work, that sort of thing.’
Leslie was silent again as she processed his statement. He was, of course, correct. However, that didn’t make her feel any better. Instead she switched the topics. ‘Can you remove these straps?’
‘I’m afraid I cannot.’ He adjusted his glasses. ‘Your condition has prompted you to be restrained until such time you’re deemed fit to be released.’
‘My lawyer will…’
‘Do nothing. He actually agreed with us.’ He paused, ‘He signed off on it, agreeing with us that you needed to get help.’
Leslie was dumbfounded. It might have been a mistake to grant her lawyer power in absentia.
‘Now I know you’ve been in rehab before, but we’re sending you to a specialist.’ The doctor held up a hand to stall her protests. ‘This is not going to be a group session deal, it’s one on one. You’ll be with your counselor most of the time. They’ll follow you, guide you, and most importantly help you.’
‘And if I try to escape?’
‘You won’t, you’ll be living with them.’ He patted her leg. ‘He’ll be here soon, until then sit tight.’ He chuckled at his own joke before making his way out of the room.
Externally, Leslie was silent. Internally: fuming. She felt betrayed at this unexpected turn of events. At this point in time she expected herself to be a good looking corpse. Not strapped to a hospital bed. Time ticked away however as she lay in bed. Boredom dominated her thoughts, not even a TV in the room to entertain her. TV would do her some good, she really wanted to see how Kim Kardashian was doing. No doubt she was going on about the price of fame. ‘What a high cost it is.’ Was her thought.
Right as she was beginning to think she’d die of sheer boredom, which was not the way she intended, the door opened to her room. An older African nurse came in and addressed her without preamble. ‘Ms. Ryan, y’all be going to see the consular now.’ She began to remove the straps from her arms allowing Leslie was able to ring her wrists, relishing in the feeling coming back to them. She shifted a little and the nurse helped her on to her feet for the first time in who knows how many days.
Unsteadily, she was able to shuffle over to the IV stand and grab ahold of it. ‘Follow me please.’ Dragging along the stand, she obediently followed, unaware of how her gown sat open in the back. The nurse, tentatively identified as Shawnie from her name tag, slowly began to lead her out of the room and to the hall. To Leslie’s dismay, the hall was also brightly lit, with a soothing blue painted on the walls. Carefully she guided h
erself down the hall, following Shawnie, dimly aware of someone following her. She looked back to see a man, very well built by her guess, following not 10 paces behind her. The guard, whom she called Carlos in her head from his gorgeous latino looks, showed little regard for her.
‘We’re being followed.’
‘That’s Enrique. He’s here to make sure you don’t try anything stupid. It’s happened before.’ Shawnie paused for a second. ‘Once you feel his touch however, you won’t dare cross him again.’
Leslie pondered that. He was there she didn’t try to pull out her IV, attack her nurse, or run for the door. The way Shawnie inflected made her feel like something else was going on.
They turned a corner and went down another hall that looked more of a storage area than anything else. Several handcarts were loaded up overflowing with boxes. As they ambled past, Leslie tried to make out the scribbles. The black sharpie marks were an indecipherable code to her, clearly they didn’t want anyone dumpster diving for pills.
‘Here we are.’ Shawnie pointed to a nondescript door without a label. She approached the door and knocked. Without waiting for a reply she entered and conversed for a moment with the occupant. She stuck her head back out. ‘Come on in. Lee will see you now.’
Dreading this moment, Leslie dragged herself into the room. She felt like a child going to the dentist, looking for any excuse to get out of the room. She tried to make excuses but was hushed by the unforgiving black nurse. ‘Go on it now.’ Regretfully, Leslie stepped inside. Amazed she looked about at the room. In stark contrast to hall, this room was immaculate. The stereotypical couch was present, along with some chairs. A couple shelves ringed the walls filled with books, board games, and even models of some kind. A sensible desk sat at the far end with nothing but a computer and not pad on top. If she had to label this room she’d call it IKEA catalog.
‘Please take a seat Ms. Ryan.’ The man at the desk addressed her pointing to the chair in front of him. ‘Thank you Shawnie, that’ll be all for now.’
Dutifully, she obeyed as the nurse left the room. Surprisingly, Enrique stood at the door at attention. ‘A Personal guard.’ She thought. She could only wait as he flipped through a file. Several moments passed without comment, giving her ample time to study him. Lee was probably about her age, he had a rugged appearance about him, and a mess of black hair. If she had to guess he was a mix of Chris Pine and Bradley Cooper, with piercing green eyes. Those eyes were now boring into her. Leslie jumped back startled.
‘Now, Ms. Ryan, I’ve heard your case before, I’ll spare you details, but this is a new one.’ He looked at her directly. ‘So tell me, what’s your problem?’
‘I…uh…don’t have a problem?’ She pushed a blonde lock out of the way.
‘Really? Okay, I guess you can go then. I’ll let the delivery man know he hallucinated you yelling at him then passing out. That the EMTs didn’t actually perform CPR on you when you crashed in the bus to the ER. Or the nurses and doctors didn’t pump enough medication out of you to fill a pharmacy, or use up 5 liters of blood just to detoxify your system enough that your liver could function again.’ He looked over at Enrique. ‘She’s free to go, she doesn’t have a problem.’
Leslie began to stand to get out of the room. It was intense having that all laid out before her. She was being grilled by the headmaster, and he was giving her an out, one she was going to take. She slowly wheeled towards the door as her guard got out of the way. She barely made it through the doorway when he call out to her.
‘That’s what I thought you’d do.’
Angry, she turned back to him and sped to the desk as fast as her legs would move her. ‘What do you mean ‘That’s what I thought?!”
Lee remained calm. ‘I thought you’d deny what had happened.’
‘I…I…’
‘Yes.’
Leslie sat down in the chair again and stared at the desk. ‘I can control it.’ She spoke quietly, uncertain of her voice or the explanation she gave.
‘Really? Okay. Let me show you what control looks like. Enrique?’
The straight faced guard left the room and returned a moment later wheeling in one of the many carts outside. Lee got up from his desk for the first time and picked up one of the many boxes and upended it on his desk. Bottles rained down from the box onto the desk. Some kept rolling and hit the carpeted floor with a dull thud. All told there must of been twenty or more bottles of alcohol now around his desk. He tossed the box to the side and picked up the next one. When he flipped this one over several pill bottles came crashing out and joined the empty liquor bottles on the desk and floor. He looked at her as he tossed aside the box, ‘Shall I continue?’
Softly she spoke. ‘No.’
‘Are you sure? We have what…6 more boxes we collected from your home?’ Enrique nodded in agreement.
‘No that’s enough!’ She shouted. This was a twisted version of ‘This is your life’ and one she did not particularly want to see. Leslie sniffed as a wave of emotions came on.
Lee resumed his seat. ‘Good. I can sit here and empty this boxes all day, but I’m sure you don’t want that. Now is that something you want to tell me?’
Leslie sobbed into her hands for several moments. Her cries were all that filled the room for the brief time. When she looked at him through red rimmed eyes she admitted to him and more importantly herself that she had a problem.
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