They carry me on a stretcher, just like before.
Unclipping the belt tied around me, they let me walk on my own, even if I was still a bit dizzy.
I look up at the building's name.
..........
I should've known I would be put back here, I can't ever escape from this hell hole.
A man I kind of recognize walks me in, and does an examination on me.
They check through everything.
I'm severely uncomfortable as they tell me to take off all of my clothes, but that's just how it goes.
They don't want me to sneak anything in here. Why would I, even? I don't have anything, I came from the ER.
"Is this your first time here?" The voice snaps me out of a daze, as I glare up at the man in front of me.
He's a tall, darker skinned man with jet black hair and brunette eyes.
"I'll be your personal therapist for this week, Lilly. My name is Mr. Brian."
God fucking damnit.
I try to ignore the mention of my name, changing the subject.
"Where to now? Unit two?" The girls one.
"This time you'll be at a different unit. You've never been to Unit three before, have you?"
... what? They're putting me 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?
"What did I do?" Genuinely, I have no idea.
Unit three is for all of the... misbehaved kids. The nastiest of the nasty. The absolute bottom of the barrel.
"I don't know much about it, but they told me you were a danger to yourself, so much so that we have to put you somewhere else for a while."
I give off a face that's like, 'really'?
Cause seriously, all I did was attempt! I didn't try to harm anyone else!!
... wait. Are they counting...?
I apparently stare off into space, because he has to snap me back to focus.
"You okay? Is that an issue?"
His soft tone pisses me off.
"... no."
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The walls are yellow, wildly different from the purple walls in Unit two.
Hopefully this head lady or guy won't be transphobic.
I look around at the other kids in the room.
They're playing cards, drawing, normal stuff.
I've heard some really bad shit about this unit.
"Hello?"
Jeez. I should stop spacing out.
"Y-Yeah?" There was a lady in front of me, the head one, in fact.
"I'll show you to your room." She starts to walk ahead and I follow. Brian walks away, waving at me goodbye.
We walk to room 25, where there is a girl in there, just on the other bed.
She has dark brownish hair with huge brown eyes. Pretty typical looking girl, most people would say.
I don't trust it one fucking bit.
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