Anastasie was already pretty angry at having been sent to the stupid rehabilitation clinic, so when she finally arrived, her initial reaction was to stomp around the tiny room, throwing everything around like a child. She wasn’t an alcoholic, she would swear by it. Finally having pushed out her anger, she leant against the door frame to her treatment room, anger turning into tears. She stayed there for a while, only stopping when she heard someone moving behind her. “What do you want?” She snapped at the man in front of her now.