BEFORE WE START:
-action-
*thinking
(narrator)
//phone call//
"talking"
AMBERS POV:
i have been locked up here for more than days can count. well, at least it feels like that. i've actually been here since i was 7. im 15 now. i know you probably think seven is a young age to arrive at a psych-ward, but hey, it's better than being at "home." days have been going slower and slower. more boring every single day. i have nothing to do anymore besides wait for time to pass by. the therapists don't even help me. i don't understand how they think therapy will help with my touch, but okay. i don't even know what my touch is anymore. but that's besides the point. i'm amber, 15, ill, and a straight ally. i wish i wasn't here anymore to be honest. life can be a bitch.
-TIME SKIP- (T=therapist, A=amber)
*ugh therapy is so fucking boring. when will this be over with?
T: "amber. amber. amber! are you even paying attention?!" i heard my therapist ask me while i was zoning out. i responded,
A: "what? sorry i was zoning out because of how BORING this session is."
T: "well im sorry im boring you so much, but this lesson is important for your health, you know?" my annoying therapist said to me.
A: "yeah, yeah, yeah. i've been here for years. there's no fixing me."
T: "don't say that. you never know!"
A: "after 8 years of being here, i think i should know or not. life is a bitch. i don't even want to be here anyways."
T: "well that's why you're here!"
A: "why?"
T: "because you keep wanting to commit!"
A: "or is it because of my stupid ass 'pOwEr?' i bet it is. not like you care about anything else."
T: "amber! what has been up with you?!"
A: "nothing.."
(yoo the writer here- this is my first story, so, sorry if you didnt like it LMAO ^336 words^)
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AcakSO THIS IS MY FIRST STORY- IF IT'S BAD, I KNOW. TW: sensitive topics, such as: abu$3, s3lf h4rm, r4p3, other mentions. amber was sent to the psych-ward at a younger age. she was different from others children. amber had been diagnosed with mul...
