*trigger warning*
*I sat on the cold wooden floor, blood dripping from my wrists, my thighs, my sides, anywhere I could reach to cut was red. I lifted my head to look into the mirror in front of me at my slim, pale, fatigued body and laughed darkly. I'm pathetic, I shouldn't be alive.
I pushed myself off the ground and walked to the bathroom. My mom was at a meeting and my sister was staying the night at her friends house, so I wouldn't be disturbed. At least I thought.
I heard the front door close and fast footsteps coming down the hall. "I'm gonna be sick" my sister groaned. I panicked and jumped into the shower pulling the curtain across just in time.
"You in here Lynn?" Mom asked . "Yeah I was just getting out of the shower and I forgot to close the door" I laughed anxiously. "Okay, I had to pick Ava up early, she felt sick" she explained.
"Is that blood on the sink?" She asked frantically. Busted. "What's going on Lyndsey?" She whipped open the curtain and saw me curled up in the tub blood everywhere and screamed.
"Ava stay call an ambulance then bring me the phone" she called out to my sister. I sat there silent tears spilling from my eyes while my mother stared at me in shock. "I had no idea" she whispered.
Before long the paramedics had arrived and lifted me onto a stretcher and out the door.
The last thing I remember before blacking out was my father laughing at me and holding my mother and sister back telling them I wasn't worth the trouble and if be better off dead.
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The next morning I woke to machines beeping around me and the blinding sunlight reflecting off the lemon yellow walls.
"Where am I?" I groaned. "You're in the Waterfront mental facility dear" a lady in the corner chirped. "WHAT?!" I screamed trying to get up only to find that my wrists and ankles where bound down by leather cuffs. "why am I here? I'm not insane. Un-tie me! I don't belong here. Where's my mother? I need to see her". Her face dropped "last night after they pulled you into the ambulance, you broke the paramedics nose, got out of the back and tried to kill your father. Now your family has chosen not to visit. It's too hard on them to see you like this"
You've got to be fucking kidding me it's too hard on them? I'm the one in a goddamn asylum.
"Anyways, it's lunchtime, lets go meet all the residents"*
That was six years ago. I still live here in hell. I've made a few friends. There's Hayley, she has schizophrenia. Oli is manic depressive and Matt is homicidal. Austin and Kellin have anger management problems, and Vic is suicidal and has a self harm addiction. We talk every now and then, but most people try to avoid me. I'm the most fucked up person in this place.
And then there's my Lyndsey gunulfsen, resident of the lovely waterfront mental hospital. I'm clinically insane. I'm suicidal, homicidal, depressed, anorexic, used to be bulimic and I have insomnia. I'm a royal fuck up.
As for the last six years my parents still haven't visited and I don't even care. I don't want them to, and they clearly don't want to see me. They checked me in until I was better, so even though I'm 18 I'm probably inhere until someone breaks down and kills me.
"Two minutes till lights out" the voice said over the speakers. I guess I'll try to sleep tonight I thought staring at the crack in the wall.
Song: bomb dot com v 2.0 ~sleeping with sirens
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FanficLyndsey is a freak. She was put into a mental institution when she was 12. She has more problems than the doctors can diagnose and things are not looking up. She wants to die. Until a new patient is admitted. Warning: This story may be triggering s...
