“Therapy,” Anthony muttered, because he didn’t believe in things like that. “Do some drugs and now I’m crazy.”
Elise shook her head. Anthony had met her not long after he was officially admitted into the rehab center. She was a nice young lady with dyed grey hair and ear piercings. Her job was to help him get acclimated; just another caretaker at the center.
“That’s not how it works, Anthony. This is a proven program. If you’d like to take a look at our methods, I can have someone send you in—”
“I don’t,” he cut her off. “I really, really don’t.”
Anthony had been irritable. He could shout, scream, kick, and yell, but it was nothing that Elise hadn’t seen before. She just offered a smile and marked something down on her sheet.
“How long until I stop feeling like a sideshow?” Anthony as
