Lost In The Shadows

I’m Brooklyn Addison. I prefer to be referred to by my middle name which my dad gave me: Malia. Brooklyn screams your typical stuck up, bubbly and full of life teenager but that was the old me...


6. Lost and Unaware.

Chapter 6.


After school, I went straight home and sat on my bed. The whole room spun as I looked up at my ceiling.  It was like I was sitting on clouds. Taking the pills made me feel like a whole different person, I was on a completely different universe where it was only me, myself and I.

Everything was interrupted when I heard a knock on the door.

Dizzily, I ran down the stairs and opened the door. An innocent looking Aiden stood on the other side of the door. “Hello, Malia.” I tried to reply, but no words came out. “Can I come in?” Aiden asked, I nodded. Finally, I came out of my trance and said, “My dad should be back soon, come upstairs.”

Aiden followed me into my bedroom and I gestured to take a seat. “So, what’s up?” I asked, confused at why he was here and not spending his Friday afternoon with his girlfriend. “Uh, just wanted to hang.” He said back, suspiciously.

“You normally text or call in advance.” I said, Aiden sighed.

“Ok, the truth is…” he paused, looking at something on my bedside table. I followed his eyes to see him looking at the pills. He raced to get them before I even could blink and checked to see how many were left. “Jesus Malia. I really didn’t want to believe her.” Aiden exclaimed, putting his head into his hands.

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

He shook his head. “Don’t Malia, just don’t lie to me at least.”

I got up and pointed to the door. “I don’t know what you’re talking about but I think you should go.” I said, not being able to look him in the eyes.

“I’m not leaving until you talk to me. See, you can’t even look at me.”

“Aiden, just go.” He got up and took my hands. I pulled away and shouted, “Leave Aiden!” he just stood still looking at me, not leaving. I don’t know what happened in them few seconds, but my body took control, or the drugs did. I was shouting and shouting. My hands hit him repeatedly as I screamed. “Malia stop. Stop it! This isn’t you.” He said as he put his hands on my face.

“Maybe it is, maybe this is me and that’s why you’re with Mia and not me!” I screamed at him, I didn’t mean for it all to come out like that. I turned around waiting for him to go, he didn’t say anything. I just heard my bedroom door shut.

Things started to get darker, I was seeing double of everything in my bedroom as I began to collapse onto the floor.



As I walked down the stairs, still confused at what she meant, I heard a loud crash coming from her room. Running back up the cream stairs like my life depended on it, I barged into her room. I found her unconscious, laying down on the floor. Beside her, I fell to my knees, shaking her over and over again. “Come on, don’t do this to me. You have to wake up. Malia!” I dialled, ‘911’ on my phone…


As I woke up, I heard Aiden speaking to a familiar voice. I peeked my eyes open to see my dad and Aiden having a very deep looking conversation and I heard my name pop up a lot. “Malia, you’re awake.” Aiden said, as his face lit up. 

“Wh- why am I in a hospital?” I turned to look at my dad who had his ‘disappointed’ face on.

“You had an overdose Malia.” My dad said, still not looking at me. Why couldn’t he just be angry? Why couldn’t he just have shouted at me or hit me?

“You’ve been here for a few days now.” Aiden continued for him.

Over the course of the next days, I hated life more than I thought was possible. I was getting judged repeatedly every second by my dad, who couldn’t bear to look at his druggy of a daughter. At least I was getting better though so I could get out of here already. The doctors said I was ‘stable’. Aiden visited every day to see me, bringing me magazines and food. Luckily, he hadn’t mentioned my whole speech about him and Mia. Hopefully he never would.


After weeks and weeks of being kept in the hospital for ‘Observation’ my dad finally came and sat next to me on the hospital bed. “You’re being discharged today.” I smiled and fist bumped in the air imaginary; It required too much energy to do it. “However, you’re not coming home. I’m checking you into rehab, Malia. You need help and I can’t help you. I can’t see you like this, I wish I didn’t have to do this.” Tears began to run down my face, I didn’t need rehab. I didn’t have an addiction. He just couldn’t deal with me anymore so he thought he would dump me on a bunch of strangers. “But…” before I could finish, my dad got up. “I’m not discussing this with you Malia. You’re leaving tonight, end of.”

Aiden came a bit later, him and my dad talked outside for about ten minutes. I couldn’t hear anything but I could see Aiden listening to my dad and sighing through the window.

“Guess you know then, huh?” I said to Aiden as he walked in.

“Yeah. I wish you didn’t have to go Malia. I’ll miss you.” He said walking over to me, kissing me on the forehead. It was so small, but it was so affectionate. I sighed, “I’ll miss you too Aiden.”

It was time, my dad came in and I just knew. “Dad, I’m not going. I don’t need this.” I said. He stamped his foot on the ground.

“Malia! Don’t make this any harder than this already is.”

In the next few minutes, I don’t even know what happened. It was like the other me came out once again.


The doctors were taking Malia out of the room. I couldn’t look at her like this, it really wasn’t her. She was kicking and screaming, “I don’t need this!” As she screamed my name, wanting me to help her, my heart shattered. It was awful seeing the girl I love be in so much pain and that was why I needed to let her go. I so badly wanted to pull her away from the doctors and just hold her in my arms but she did need help. She had a problem and we needed to get the old Malia back. I had to turn around, watching her be dragged out of that room made me want punch something.

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