"What we will do is go around, introduce ourselves and share our story. Debbie would you like to start?" Ken said. Ken was in his mid twenty's, and average. Brown hair, brown eyes.
Debbie nodded and introduced herself as 'Debbie Sertlen.'
"I was sent here because I have friends. Tons of then actually. The nurses say it's just in my head, but I swear I can see them think, sleep, -"
"Debbie." Ken interrupted.
"Lennon, why don't you go now." His name was apparently Pierce Jacobs. He was perfection. Grey eyes, black hair.
"I'm here because I attempted suicide. I'm here because I'm 'mentally unstable'" he said putting finger quotes around those words.
"In here because I self harm."
He started to tear up. At that moment I knew he was broken.
A girl spoke about her interest in elbows, and then it was my turn.
"I'm Ayla Wescott... I'm suicidal, depressed, and I attempted suicide. And 99% of the time I wish it was more then an attempt. So yeah. I said with my head down. I looked up to see Pierce looking at me with his mouth open and wide eyed.
About 7 freaks later with some kind of crazy mental illness later, we were told to go to our rooms. I walked out of the room with my head down.
"Your broken, no, your utterly destroyed. I can see it in your eyes" Pierce said walking past. My mouth fell open. I stood there for a moment to gather my will to move.
Hes right.
I then walked back to my room where I would cry.
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I cried silently so no one could hear me. I had about 15 minuets to get to my 'classes'.
I walked in to see a group of people including Pierce, and the girl from the bathroom sitting in chairs talking to each other.
I was about to take a seat alone in the back when Pierce waved at me to sit with him.
What? Why? I walked over to him and sat down. "How are you?" He asked pinching his eyebrows together.
"Considering? I'm doing... Eh." I said biting my lip. "You?"
"Pretty messed up. But whatever." He said. The tracker started talking and told us to write a paragraph on Bipolar Disorder. I began to write.
Bipolar. Mood swings. Episodes. Sounds about like me.
I began. I looked over at Pierce. God he was attractive. I bit my lip. He turned, obviously knowing I was staring and grinned.
"I'm gay. Just so you know."
Well then...
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"I'm Fine"
AcakIn 30 days, Ayla Wescott kills herself. ----- Surviving her suicide attempt was not her intention. Neither was ending up in a mental hospital. And the depression got worse. The thoughts came back. And she was done.
