Journal Entries of the Mentally Unstable

Ever

January 24 Monday

My name is Ever Kelter I am seventeen. I have black hair that went to my mid-back with  =green/blue eyes. I was admitted into The Sunny Shelter for Troubled Youth two days ago. My mom and so called friends thought I had been acting a little strange and that this was a good idea. It wasn't, I'm not a fan of white or wearing pajamas all day. It made me feel like I had three days to live and people were trying to make it as comfortable as possible but I was still dying. I tried to convince them I was fine but that was hard to do when you have voices in your head YELLING. It could be quite distracting but hey I hardly think a place called The Sunny Shelter was going to help. It made me quite stressed out but I just had to remember the song. In moments of stress and panic it really helped. Sometimes it even kept the voices at bay.  I had my first therapy session today with Ms. Kantler who gave me this journal/diary thingy. The one good thing about this place was this really hot guy who was around my age and went to my therapy group. I think his name was North or was it South I don't know it was some kind of direction.

January 25 Tuesday

I think its high time I told you a little about myself. Well my moms name was Margret she had black hair like mine and my dads name was Tommy he had brown hair. My old best friends were Sarah and Walt. They were funny and a little violent. Well more than a little in fact I kinda feel that they should be here instead of me I often worried they might kill someone. I had a little sis whose name was Amber she was six years younger then me. We used to be really close but then I started dating and doing more adult stuff and we just sort of grew apart. I started hearing voices about a week after my dad died in a car accident that we were both in. We were just driving along singing to my dads favorite song, More Than Life. We were going across a four way stop at about eleven at night. A truck drove across the at the same moment and before anyone had time to react the truck slammed into the drivers side of the car. We were both taken to the hospital where my dad went into surgery and died five minutes later at 11:37 on  January 3.  My dad died and I walked away with only a few scratches, a broken arm and a slight concussion. The song that always helps calm me down was More Than life, my dad favorite song and the one that played as he died. I couldn't tell you why it always calmed me down I guess it just reminded me of him and I found it kind of funny I mean the song was called more than life and it just about said it a hundred times in the song and it was my dads favorite and now he was dead. I guess I just have a horrible kind of humor.

January 26 Wednesday

 Well today I decided was a good day to talk to North whose name was actually North not West or whatever I said earlier. Just so you don't get confused not that your a real person or anything. So when I woke up I put on my best pjs, which sadly were covered in smiley faces. I went up to him during free time when he was looking at some books on the bookshelves. He looked adorable today in his sun covered pajamas.

"Hello North!" Not entirely sure why I screamed that part to him but I figured if I was explaining it I might as well write the truth and I really did scream at him. But my scream must have startled him because he dropped the book he was holding and nearly took the bookshelf down with him.

"Eh umm Hi." He was so adorable when he couldn't talk. Maybe even more so then when he could. 

"What ya reading there." I gave a small head nodd indicating I meant the book that he dropped and that now rested in his arms.

"Oh its just The Great Gatsby."

"Ooooh I love that book"

"So you've read it before then."

"Nope never heard of it. So how old are you." He gave me a confused look. But really I don't read nor did I care about them. I was just trying to start a conversation with a cute guy. Honestly who could talk about something so boring in front of someone this hot.

"Ummmm seventeen, no wait I'm eighteen sorry this place is like a time warp." He tried for a smile but it was clear he didn't really find his own attempt at a joke funny.

"Fuuuuuun I'm seventeen. So what are you in this dump for, please tell me your not like a psycho killer. Man I wouldn't be surprised the hot ones are always freaks." He blushed his whole face turning the color of strawberries. He probably didn't get called hot in a crazy hospital often. Which was probably for the best.

"Oh no nothing like that I just have a lot of phobias. I blame my parents. What about you if you don't mind me asking?" So he was the polite type. I could totally go for the polite kind.

"Oh you know the same old same old just voices in my head always talking and saying weird stuff like Nobody likes you, you should just kill yourself or my personally favorite I will hunt you down and I will kill everyone you love. Ha I'd like to see a voice try to kill me. Its quite fun and I never have to listen to silence EVER." This was probably a little much because his eyes popped out and he took several steps back which caused him to collide into a girl named Rylee who was muttering about killing someone. Now that I'm thinking about it I think she was talking about North. When North backed up into her she growled I kid you not growled and yelled.

"North I swear I will rip your eyes out!"

North jumped back into me then just kind of freaked out and ran away. Okay so he was the scared type to I could totally go for the polite scared type. But it was obvious he did not like the first impression of me. But I will get him to love. I had nothing better to do.