Find You in the Dark

tray. Maria giggled behind me. “I know what you mean. My mom is a cracked out dead beat who refused to protect me from my dad because it got in the way of her next high. Thinking of the ooey gooey times together is more than a little difficult.”
    I took a plate of pasta and a salad and moved to drinks, getting myself a bottle of water. Maria followed me to our regular table near the large window overlooking the gardens. Tyler and our other friends, Susan and Greg, were already seated.
    “Hey guys.” I said as I sat down. Greg scooted over to make room and Maria sat on my other side. “How was group?” Tyler asked around a mouthful of sandwich. Maria and I shrugged in unison and we laughed. “It was group. How about you guys?” Maria commented. The other three were in a group for substance abuse the same time Maria and I were in ours. Susan Biddle, a short girl with brown hair and big brown eyes who reminded me a lot of Maggie's friend Rachel, snorted.
    “Well, it would have been better if loud mouth Austin hadn't decided to be a total dick to Jean.” Jean was the substance abuse counselor at the center. And Austin was this places' Paul Delawder, the dick who had destroyed my MP3 player my first day at Jackson High School back in Virginia.
    The guy Maggie had jumped to defend me from. I smiled at the memory of my brave, wonderful girl.
    Maria elbowed me in the side to bring me back to the conversation. “Fuck, Austin. He sucks.” I said smiling. Greg, Susan, and Tyler agreed and the conversation then focused on the movie the Center were showing tonight.
    Every week, if we had earned enough merits and were doing well in our therapy, we earned a movie night. We earned merits for completing various chores that the behavioral aides and therapists assigned us. This week my job was to keep the common room clean. I shared the job with three other kids. I had earned all of my merits for the week, which was pretty cool. I had lost a lot of them my first two weeks there. So getting to join in the fun stuff was about as excited as I got anymore.
    It wasn't like we left the facility or anything. But it was cool to hang out with everyone in a non-therapeutic way and watch a movie without having to talk about our feelings. Everyone could just relax and remember for a little while, that yeah, we were still teenagers.
    Maria, Tyler (who was my roommate), and I walked back to my room after lunch. We had an hour until afternoon sessions started. I had a one on one with the substance abuse counselor, Jean. The others had sessions either with their counselors or in groups. That was the thing about this place. It was one big session after another.
    Maria went and flopped on my bed, making herself at home. I had gotten pretty close to Maria since I had gotten there -(in a purely platonic way of course-) and she often came back to the room to hang with me and Tyler. But it still felt weird to have her on my bed, even if she was just sitting on it. Because I didn't want to see any girl but Maggie May Young on my bed.
    Even though I had written Maggie a letter a month ago, telling her to move on, didn't mean that I had moved on. I couldn't stomach the thought of being with anyone but her. No one else mattered. I had a feeling that Maria was starting to like me as more than a friend. And even though I hadn't done anything to encourage it, I felt like I was going to have to say something to her soon.
    No way was I going to hurt another girl I cared about.
    Tyler got on his computer and started typing out emails. I pulled up my desk chair and straddled it backwards, leaning my arms on the back. Maria leaned over and picked up the framed picture on my bedside table.
    “She's really pretty.” Maria commented with a twinge of something in her voice that I wasn't able to identify. Maria had picked up the only picture I had in the room. It was a picture of Maggie and me from the Fall Formal. We were sat beside each other at Red Lobster and we both made faces at the camera. I didn't need to look at the picture to remember how things used to be between us. It was all I could think about. Every second of every day. All I did was think. About the good times. And the bad times. And all the messed up stuff in between.
    Maria gave a small sigh and placed the frame back in its spot. “Do you ever talk to her?” She asked me. I always felt strange talking about Maggie. Even though things had gotten ugly between us, my love for her was the