The Great Escape

Chapter 3: Mikey

Chapter 3 is Mikey and naturally, the pic of the chapter is Mikey. Lol you pretty much get how this goes now. So enjoy. O.O Oh and you should listen to the song I attached. It goes with this chapter and all. Yep, now Enjoy ✌🏼️
_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•"Hello everybody. As you all know, I am Dr. Hugh and this is group therapy. Nobody is going to judge you in here, I make sure of it. We have a new boy here. We will let you introduce yourself and you can go first Carter." Carter blinks, seemingly confused. "Go first with what?" The green eyed boy asks. "Telling your story of course. Telling why you are here, what made you want to end your life. Now stand up and start." Dr. Hugh answers. Carter clears his throat nervously. All of the boys in this ward are here. In all, there are about fourteen of us maybe.
"I'm Carter Murphy. I'm seventeen. I, um, I'm here because I tried to kill myself three times, and obviously failed all three times. I also have depression." He goes to sit back down but Dr. H interrupts "That is not quite the answer we were looking for." Carter looks like he is resisting rolling his eyes. "Well I mean. I guess I'm depressed because I don't exactly have many friends where I'm from. The friends I did have used me and back stabbed me every chance they got. So I was left with me myself and I. I stayed in my room and listened to music and thought a lot. I overthought and I started realizing, Hey nobody really cares about me. All they do is use me. My mom and step dad seem to favor my other siblings Nicola, Harlem and Nero. My mom was a slut and a whore and got pregnant too young and didn't actually know who my dad was for the longest time. She finally got a blood test thing for me and Nicola when I was like three or so and it was some football jock named Jack Murphy and she got back with him for a little while, they even had a small wedding, then had Harlem and he regretted it and left her, a single mother with three kids. Then she found and married Steve, my step dad. He has a son named Nero who is younger than Harlem. I got along with Nicola, Harlem and Nero fine. I just never really fit in. They had this semi perfect family image that a lot of other people saw. Like a cliché story per say. Mom got through darkness only to find her light which was Steve. Hardly any of Steve's friends know I exist and very few of my mom's do. I hurt her 'Rep' I guess. I just don't fit in anywhere and I got tired of it." He finishes. The entire time he was telling his story, he was hugging himself, as if for comfort. Dr. H writes some of this down and nods at Carter "Thank you for sharing Carter." He nods back, sitting down.
"How about you George?" Dr. Hugh asks. George shares his story. His girlfriend cheated on him and he gave her another chance and she got pregnant with another man's baby.
People never change. There is no second chance because people can't and won't change. "Mikey? Your turn." Dr. Hugh says. I start to panic slightly. He doesn't give me a choice by any means. Especially if I'm wanting to get out anytime soon. I nod slowly and Warren squeezes my hand supportively. "I'm Mikey Rhett. I'm sixteen. I am here because I tried to commit four times. Almost succeeded twice but they found me. I have severe depression problems. I also am malnourished and have an 'unwilling' eating disorder. I was also abused by my parents." I look up at the faces. Some are pitiful, some are shocked. Carter's is masked with horror, shock, and pity all at the same time. "I have both of my parents, Courtney and Pike Rhett. I also have two siblings. Neither were physically abused. Otto is older and Romy is our little sister. As of this moment, they are fighting to put my parents away but it isn't looking so good for us. We 'don't have enough solid evidence' personally I believe my mental state is the solid proof. I have a few close friends and they always tried to help but it never really works because I would always have to go home." I take a deep breath and swallow hard. "When my parents weren't beating me, they were drinking or smoking something, and I was neglected. I hardly ate any food, mostly because I was scared that if they saw me, they would hurt me. Romy and Otto snuck me food sometimes but they couldn't always do it. We call my eating disorder 'unwilling' because I don't force myself not to eat, I just got really used to not eating that it didn't seem necessary. I finally got put here and out of that house when I was taking pills. I took them, then my friend called and I don't just not answer my phone. She knew something was wrong and came over with her parents and my parents were in my room screaming at me and my dad had my pushed up against the wall. He punched me in the face when Alex and her parents walked in. I didn't feel anything though. Too many chemicals in my system. Alex's family took me in once I got out of the hospital after getting my stomach pumped. That was my fourth attempt. They pressed charges on my parents and somehow or another the authorities deemed me mentally unstable and unfit to testify against my parents in court." I can feel the cool tears running down my face. "I kept the attention off of my siblings. That's all that mattered to me. As long as they were okay, I would deal with it. Sometimes it did become too much. Nobody could help me. I felt numb most of the time. I did cry but it was all silent tears. Romy would come in my room and hug me and Otto would hold me like I was some little kid or something. It made me happy, because I knew they cared. I would get really down on myself and I had a few friends supporting me and my siblings supporting me but it wasn't enough and I felt guilty for wanting more. Other times I felt like a sociopath would feel. Nothing. But I did feel a few moments of happiness and it felt amazing. I treasured those moments and desired them, but I couldn't find ways to make them. Naturally, me being a little emo kid, I wanted to feel something, even if it was pain. I hurt myself when I wasn't with the people who did care about me or when my parents weren't hurting me." I then proceed to pull up the sleeves of my white jacket. Little white and pinkish lines crisscross my forearms. There isn't a bare spot on either of my arms. Only little raised lines. Some people looked away, some stared. I heard one older boy whisper "He's only sixteen." Some of the lines are white and faded a little, but others are less than a couple months old, those are the pinkish raised lines. There is one line on my left arm that goes straight from my upper forearm, to my wrist. It's easy to see and easy to figure out what the one was meant to do. Carter just stares. "I've been clean for a little over a month. Mostly because I am here." Without another word or glance up I sit back down in my seat.