"Sam. Are you ready? Your caseworker is here."
"I'm almost dressed!"
Oh how he hated that name. But he couldn't complain. He hadn't told anyone he wanted to be called Andy. He feared what would happen. Would they make Fun of him? After all, its not every day you
come across a transgender person.
He threw on his shirt and paper scrubs. They were almost wore out in the seat. But he had nothing else. The police threw him in the squad car and took him to this place. With no warning. He was Used to that though. He had been in the psychiatric hospital seven times. It was almost a second home. A safe house.
After all, it was better than his previous situation.
"Hurry. We have to be there by 4:00.", his caseworker had startled him. How long had she been watching? Andy followed his caseworker down the hall and into the elevator. He had never been allowed in that elevator the whole two weeks he'd been here. The door opened to the first floor. The receptionist lead them to a small white room.
"All you have to do is sign these release forms and you're good to go." The receptionist handed Andy's caseworker a pen and a stack of papers. They waited for what seemed like half an hour before the receptionist came back to release them. Andy didn't know whether to be excited or scared.
As they were walking to the caseworkers car, the sun was like spears in Andy's eyes. He had spent two weeks only seeing glimpses of the sun. But now it was all being forced on him at once.
"You can find something to listen to on the radio." He settled for the local rock station. His favorite. He knew he was going to have a four hour ride ahead of him.
