Mental Love

Prologue

"Follow me Harry," I heard a female voice say. The voice of my doctor Janet Dunmire. "you'll be in room two hundred five." She said as she directed me toward the room.
"Mum... please don't make me stay here." I begged, looking at my mum, Anne, with pleading eyes. "Honey, this is for the best. Judge MacKenzi said you need to be here." Mum said. I don't want to be here.
"Will you visit me? What if I get lonely?" I asked. "Sweetie, yes I'll visit you and there will be other kids your age here." She explaines. She grabs my hand as Doctor Dunmire led us in my room.
The windows have a metal fence over them, the door has a hole so a tray can fit through.
I'm not crazy and I don't belong here. The closet is big. That's like the only thing I think I'll like about being here. My closet at home is small compared to this one. "Harry you need to go back with Nurse Bryan. He needs to do a pre assessment on you." Doctor Dunmire says, getting my attention.
"Okay. What room is he in?" I asked, standing up from the bed I was sitting on.
"The fifth door down from where we are now." She replied, looking down at the clip board she is holding. I walk out the door and look for the fifth door down. I walk in and see a middle age man sitting at the other end of a conference table. "Hello Harry. I'm nurse Bryan. I just need you to inform me on why you're with us now." He said as he gestured to a chair next to him.
I reluctantly sat down next to him. "So Harry, why are you here?" Nurse Bryan asked, fingers on the keys of his laptop. Honestly, it's none of his damn business. "Well, I don't want to be here. There's nothing mentally wrong with me. The judge, Judge MacKenzi to be exact, sent me here." I replied, I can tell already that this is going to be a long stay.
"Harry... we're here to help you. Now please tell me why you are here." He says.
"I've been suffering from bulimia since I I was sixteen. I was sexually abused by my uncle when I was ten. After an unlucky suicide attempt I was sent to a psychiatrist and she diagnosed me with posttraumatic stress disorder and perfectionism disorder." I explained.
"And now you're here." Nurse Bryan said smiling. "Yep.. now I'm here." I say awkwardly. "If you wanna head back to your room now you can." He said. I nodded and walked back to my room. "Here he is now." My mum said standing up.
My doctor stood up and walked out of the room. "I'll visit you every weekend honey." My mum said, kissing my head. I hugged her and I didn't want to let go. "I love you sweetie." She said and grabbed my hands. "I love you too." I said. She looked at me once more and then walked out.
Doctor Dunmire walked back in my room. "When Nurse Rob, the big black guy who acts like a patient, says the word 'dayroom' you go to the room across the hall." She informed me. I nodded my head and sat on my bed. Just a I closed my eyes, I heard the word 'dayroom'. This is going to be fun.