Teenage Dirtbag || JJ Maybank ||

31. Looney Bin

Warnings: mental hospital, suicide, drugs

I didn't say anything as I was pushed away from JJ. Maybe it was anger or stress, I don't know but the last thing I remember was passing out.

I awoke in a pale room on a rock hard mattress. "you're awake!" a very cheery nurse walks in. I couldn't believe JJ dumped me in a looney bin.

"sadly" I mumble in hopes she won't hear me. The nurse sends me a stare of disapproval before handing me some pills and a cup of water.

"what are these?"

"doesn't matter, take them."

Without the energy to argue I take the 3 pills handed to me. After that I go to what is called the 'common room'. Or at least that's what the doctor with the long mustache called it. Other teens that seemed to be my age wander around.

I sit on the couch next to some random girl who seemed to be writing a letter. "what are you here for?" she asks me. Honestly I didn't know. Why did JJ send me here?

My shoulders shrug "I don't know I'm normal" I say confidently. She laughs. "none of us are 'normal' just own the crazy"

I nod my head "what's your name?" she asks. "Camilla, but I've got a shit ton of nicknames" I reply. Something about this place is so trippy. Not even the people just the place, ok and maybe the people.

Later in the day I was informed I have to stay for 2 weeks. All I wanted was to go lay in JJs arms and listen to his heart beat. But that's not an option.

Throughout the day I learned everyone's names. The girl I was talking to earlier was Abbey. Then there's, Kallie, Jake, Connor and me. Abbey and Jake seem the most sane, Kallie was been in a corner rocking back a fourth the whole time so I'm gonna say she's at the top of the crazy chain. Connor was a suicide case from what I'd picked up but he was nice.

The next day, and the day after that, and the day after that all where the same. At 8am we eat breakfast. Then we do "therapy" and then at noon we eat some shit lunch. For the wrest of the day we all just hang out and finally at 10 the lights are out and we go to bed.

"do you have a boyfriend?" Jake nudges my side cockily. I nod my head, not looking up from the crossword I was doing. "what's his name?"

"JJ"

He asks me tons of questions about the blonde boyfriend who he seemed to be obsessed with before I change the subject. "what are you here for?" I ask the brunette.

Jake thinks for a second, almost like he didn't know. "suicide, tried to step in front of a moving train. Some rando stopped me" he rolls his eyes. I nod my head before he asks me the same thing. "I'm fine so I don't know why I'm here"

Once again I get the same answer "no one here is fine" it's so strange they all seem ok with being fucked in the head.

Over my many more days of being stuck in the looney bin I started to realize a lot. All of the people around me I could relate to. As scary as it was it made sense.

I was diagnosed with "Major Depression" which just meant I had super highs and super lows, kinda like if I was bipolar. It made so much sense but it terrified me. I'm different. I've always known I was different but now it was real.

That's the hard part.