I remember the night I got there, I had three panic attacks before I was able to fall asleep.
Well, pretty much I overworked by body from my panic attacks and passed out.
It was hard for me, and for the other kids there.
"You the newbie?" I remember hearing one morning as I woke up. I turned my head to see my "roommate".
She was a year older than me, nicer and from the state.
She was in there for the same as me so I guess it made sense why we were moved in the same room. She made me feel a little more at ease there and we ranted about our asshole parents and stupid teachers we have.
I remember calling Riznu about every day, enough I memorized her phone number even to this day. We would talk about random and stupid stuff, mostly about how she had made me this weird, deformed mushroom that looks more like a potato. I named him Amir, and I love him even if he looks like a special potato.
A few nights later I remember calling home. I expected nothing from the call, wow should I have expected more.
"You can't talk to Riznu again."
Well, that didn't settle well.
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The Night I Tried To Leave
No FicciónA true story about what happened to me the fifth night I attempted, and where I am today. This can be very triggering and I will add helplines so please, know when to ask for help
