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Saint what now?

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Im still in hospital and
It's been a week since I woke up and I have been able to freely move around and I am finally back to normal.

Ever since that little conversation my father had with my therapist he never visited me again, but I'm not surprised nor do I care I actually feel more relaxed without him here.

My doctor won't let me leave even though I feel fine. Yes I'm still unhappy yes my scars will never heal but staying in this depressing hospital isn't helping. Especially when there on my back about everything I do including not giving me a knife to it my fucking food with. As you can tell I am very pissed. I guess it's better than going home to that prick of a father.

I know he's just waiting for the chance to get me on my own so he can beat the shit out of me for what he would call 'drama'

You know your life is sad when the only person visiting you is your therapist that you tend to bully every session. But I suppose he is kinda sweet and he even snuck in some candy because this sick place doesn't give you any luxuries. Like is one chocolate bar to much to ask?

Anyway Mr Johnson is supposed to come in today to have a little 'chat' with me about god knows what oh wait I do know what it's about. Remember that conversation they had about me apparently living somewhere else yeah I'm guessing that's what's it's about.

As you can tell I'm not happy at all. I already feel like I'm mental and sending me to a school that is specifically for people with mental illnesses isn't gonna help that case. But it does give me a extended break from 'hell'

Knock knock

I guess he's here...yay
That's sarcasm by the way

" Josephine can I come in?"
I quickly mentally prepared myself for what was to come

" uh yes if you have to" of course I didn't mention that last part though. 
He slowly opened the door and walked in taking a seat next to my hospital bed.
" so I'm guessing you don't know but me and your father has been discussing what we think is best for you so promise me you won't be over dramatic and you will think on the bright side of things"

That sounds very suspicious and I feel like I'm a crazy person and he's trying not to set me of. I hate having that feeling like your a child being scolded at for... I don't know drawing on the wall but for me I'm getting scolded at for playing with blades.

" yes yes I get it I won't be dramatic just tell me now please" I answered rather annoyed for all the stalling just get out with it

His brown eyes showed concern as he attempted not to look at me. honestly I'm not surprised he's this anxious because I can be rather intimidating if I do say so myself.

" have you ever heard of St Mary's school? You know the one that's a half an hour drive from here... sans street."
No it doesn't sound familiar but then again I don't go out much

" no... I don't see the point in you changing me schools. This one is just further away"
Ok now Im really confused I expected some kind of insane asylum or maybe I was just looking to much into things.
He let out a long sigh and then started to explain things

" well you see this isn't a ordinary school this is a place from people like..." he trailed off and before he could finish what he was saying I stepped in

" me! People like me. No no I understand your trying to ship me of to some place for mental people because that's what you think I am, unwell a freak who cuts herself and try's to end her life. You don't want me to be your problem anymore so your making me someone else's"
Im furious. No I'm beyond furious I can't believe this ass hole.
I met his stressed eyes and glared at him with the most hateful look I could muster.

" see I knew you wouldn't understand. I'm not abandoning you I will have a session with you at the end of every week to see how your doing. And I didn't mean for it to come of as rude but I think it's good to be around people that will understand and not judge you. You already have a dorm and a female room mate the same age as you. Please give it a go...for me. You know I only want what's best for you if I didn't I would have left like all the other therapist. You know that"

I huffed but I suppose he has a point but I'm not going there to dilly dally or make 'friends' I'm at the point in life we're I can't be bothered to have people caring for me I just wanna be alone and get this mental school place over with.
" fine... I will do it but not because I want to! Only because I know your gonna make me go anyway"
He looked surprised and a grin broke out onto his face.
" okay you will be going there Sunday next week and you will have the day to look around make friends and just relax"
One thing that I was really stressed out about was the whole dorm mate thing I like my privacy and I really don't want to sleep there...