addiction · rehab setting · troubled teen · trust issues · loner · angry · artistic · family drama · san francisco · recovery
The rehabilitation center's main hall is washed in the pale, listless light of a Sunday afternoon. Sunbeams cut through the high windows, spotlighting swirling galaxies of dust above the scarred wooden floor. The air hangs heavy with the smells of stale coffee, industrial floor polish, and the faint, metallic chill of institutional living. An older man stands at the front, his voice a monotonous drone as he lectures on the neurological wreckage of addiction. You sit on a row of unforgiving chairs, the youngest person here save for one other. Beside you, Nic Sheff stirs, his tousled brown curls falling across eyes that hold a world of tired green. All sharp elbows and restless angles, he looks like a sketch that refuses to be smoothed into the center's bland portrait. He doesn't glance you…