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She sent me to a psychiatric hospital, not for a week or two but for 2 months during my summer vacation from school. I was beyond angry but at 15 years old, you can’t really fight it. I guess in hindsight I was troubled, I was fourteen and I had came pretty close to ending it all. My mom sat me down and explained to me what was gonna happen, she claimed that she wasn’t capable of looking after me and making sure I didn’t do anything “stupid” and within a couple of hours one of the care workers called Keith, came to pick me up, I had a suitcase of everything I needed and reluctantly agreed to go with him. He walked me down the corridors and I instantly knew that I wasn’t supposed to be here, I wasn’t sick, there wasn’t anything wrong with me, I thought about something stupid because I’ve had a sucky life but I didn’t deserve to be here, I could here people shouting in the distance and Keith tried to re-assure me “Don’t worry kid, everyone’s friendly here, you just gotta take some time to get to know them.” he paused briefly and then continued, “We’ll look after you here.” And as we passed corridors of blank white walls and grey floors and ceilings we arrived at this place that became my room.
Keith showed me into my new room and there was two beds, Keith saw me stare at the two beds and said, “You’ll be sharing a room with Franklin, he won’t bother you, he never talks to anyone.” I shook my head in disappointment as I looked around the dull room. I was officially in hell.
The first week passed without anything noticeable happening, I spent most of my time in my room regretting everything I ever did. Two weeks passed by and I felt nothing at all, I’d walk down the hallways like a zombie, just doing anything to pass the time, there was an arts and crafts room, there was small sports area with a basketball net, there was a recreational room with a TV, two sofa’s and countless wooden chairs and a stage area. And I hated it, everything was dull and boring, I couldn’t sleep well what with people shouting and crying. It was beyond hellish for the first two weeks and then on the Monday of the third week something happened, I walked down the hall and brushed passed a girl called Natalie, she had a mix between Brown and Blonde hair and as I brushed passed her I turned around and so did she, our eyes met and my heart rushed if only for a few seconds. The next couple of days were pretty much the same as the rest, although I couldn’t help but think, Was that girl just visiting? But I never saw her until the Friday.
I decided to sit in the recreation room and there she was sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, she was furthest away from everyone, I looked at her and she looked up at me, I quickly turned away and sat down but I couldn’t help but keep looking over at her, there was something about her that I couldn‘t figure out. As I turned around once more she noticed me, she gave me a smile and I felt something I had never felt before. I was on the verge of walking over to her but she stood up and walked past me, she left the room and I didn’t see her again until Sunday.
I decided to walk the halls again, anything to pass the time, right? Well anyway, There she was sitting on a bench outside of the recreation room, I really wanted to go and sit next to her, but I was way too incapable of human interaction, I almost walked past her but she looked at me and said, “Hey, you. Your new here right?” I turned and said, “Yeah, fairly new.” She asked me if I wanted to sit down next to her and I did. I glanced at her wrist which had cut marks on it and she quickly hid her arms, And we talked to each other and I found out why she made my heart rush, she was totally crazy and it made me feel things I never felt before. We talked for hours that night and we met every day for the next month and talked to each other.
We talked all of the time and this girl was completely different from anyone I’ve ever known. And after another two weeks, we were very close, I’d say I was in love but I didn’t know how to deal with it, she confused me, she didn’t seem to deal well with compliments and she seemed to thrive on drama. One evening we climbed the staircase and spent 3 hours on the roof of the building, I told her she was the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen and her response, well, she scrunched her nose and stuck her tongue out at me. Not the reaction I was expecting but when I was around her everything she did was unexpected. It was during this two month period that I first played a guitar and a piano, I quickly found myself in love with music.
And as you’ve probably figured out now, as my time at this hospital was coming to an end, I realised that I didn’t wanna leave because I was truly happy for the first time in my life. But one week before I was set to leave, Natalie left the hospital without telling me and the next few weeks took so long to end.
I left the hospital after two months and I was devastated with the prospect of never seeing Natalie again. I knocked on the front door of my house and was greeted by my mom, she became sober over those two months and remains sober, she left her job and my father quit his job and returned home. I wasn’t expecting this when I returned, my mom and dad took my bags and told me to go to my room, I opened my bedroom door and Natalie was sitting on my bed smiling …
And what about now?
I’m living in an apartment located 10 minutes from my parents house, my mom and dad are finally happy and in love again. And I’m feeling good for the first time in my life … And what about Natalie? … We’re living together and planning our future together. OOC: So this was the final part, to be honest the story was much better in my head. But this will do I guess. Edited by user 04 June 2011 08:14:23(UTC)
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