High Bridge | BXB

Chapter Thirty-Six

Kendall

It was my second day a my retreat or whatever I'm supposed to call this place.

Yesterday was just spent walking around and getting myself familiar with everything. I also spoke with a few of the patients being treated here and learned quickly that I was going to have a hard time relating to them.

From all of the stories I've heard so far I could only imagine them happening in movies. My story didn't compare to theirs that seem like it belonged to a plot of a Oscar's winning movie.

Was that appropriate to say?

I don't mean any harm when I say that, I'm just trying to emphasize how crazy they seem.

Like this one girl, Quinn, cut her sisters... never mind, that's probably violating HIPAA.

I stretched myself out on my surprisingly comfy bed and looked at the alarm clock that was sitting on the table to my right.

I had tried to get a midday nap but the time seemed to escape from me. It was almost two in the afternoon and I had to be meeting with my therapist soon.

So I threw the covers back and got myself presentable again. It wasn't much for me to put on. I simply threw my jacket on my arms and crocs on my feet before making my way into the hall.

Although my current location was Atlanta, the retreat had a Florida feeling when it came to the building's architecture.

There was a beach feel to the place and the man made beach in the back helped the environment feel that way.

The large pool was nice as well, but I spent most of yesterday reclining in a chair on the beach. That's where I met Quinn and learned about her crazy back ground.

Hearing her story and seeing her at the end of her time here- she was leaving in a few days- I saw the potential this place had.

It was hard to take it seriously because of the looks of it. I mean I feel like I'm at a resort instead of getting whatever help it is the my family thinks I need. But I'm not gonna judge a book by its cover.

Today happened to be a breezy sunny day which lifted my mood a bit. I was dreading meeting with my therapist.

I've never opened up to anyone like I have with Nehemiah who I've said from the beginning that he's all I need to recover. And even the times I've opened up the hardest thing I've had to overcome was the hardships of our relationship.

Not me getting beat up by my ex.

So this is new territory and if Nehemiah didn't stop my parents from placing me here then clearly I need to be here. I just have to understand why.

After a ten-minute walk, that's how big this place is, I finally made it to my respective building. There was a short lady sitting at a singular desk to the left of the entrance waiting to welcome whoever walked through the door.

"Hey!" She greeted me with a smile so big it almost seemed fake. "You can just sign in right there and take a seat."

After she handed me a pen to write with I quickly signed my name along with the time and took a seat in front of the television. It was playing one of Gordon Ramsey's many shows.