Becca POV
My vision comes into focus. Where am I. How did I get here, oh yeah the men in white. This is complete bull I don't belong in here. I move my arms, but I can't. Fantastic! this is what I live for.
"What is this solitary confinement?" I whisper to myself.
"No, in fact it is just a holding room, we'd like to ask you a few questions." an unknown voice from who knows where is speaking.
"Go for it it can't get much worse." I reply blowing a stray strand of hair out of my face.
"Why is it you pull your hair?"
"Screw you shrink you're not the first and I doubt if you're the last." I spat.
"You have to want to get better or else this is a waste."
"Aren't we all?" I dryly laugh.
"A man, who is not wholesomely pleased with you is coming to take you soon, he will be your nurse for as long as you stay, you should try to be a bit nicer after all he can decide between your life and death."
A door opens from behind me.
"Are we playing nice?" A male voice speaks into my ear. Its the curly haired man. Great.
"Will nice get me out of this hell hole?" I ask.
"No, " he comes really close to me " But doing as I say when I say it will" he smirks.
I spit in his face. "Screw you!" he stands and wipes his face and turns his back to me. I don't feel guilty at all. Who does he think he is. He quickly turns and back hands me across my face, a pain surges through my entire face. I let it hang, trying to recover.
"You're going to play by my rules now, got it? Obey my orders without delay and stay in your lane, simple." he says talking down at me.
I stay silent staring at him with hate in my eyes.
"I'm going to unstrap you, you will stand and follow me to your dorm."
I nod. He undo my arms and then legs I stand and wait to follow.
"That's my girl."
We walk down a corridor its white and lined with many doors. We stop at a door that is numbered 2350.
"This is your room, you have a room mate, girl of course she will be here in a couple of days. Until then it is just you. All meals and supplements will be delivered by me everyday.You are not to leave without an escort. Here are a set of clothes, shower and change. Before you go," he comes close to my face and I think he's gonna kiss me. He spits. "Stay sweet, sweetheart we wouldn't want it to get nasty." He walks out, turning on the alarm behind him. I lean against the wall and cry. I run my hand through my hair. A clump comes out and I just ball it up and set it to the side. Better take that shower. I shampoo my hair, it's thinning but I don't think I have a problem, it happens.Now I guess I wait.
Rebecca Leery Patient 2350- Trichotillomania
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