Band Of Misfits

Chapter 1

"So...how are you feeling this week?" Dr. Andrews asked me. I looked at him

"Could you be more specific please." I asked kindly, though my voice was still laced with annoyance.

"Have you had any....suicidal tendencies?" He asked. I could not hold back the attitude this time.

"I don't even recall telling you that I was suicidal in the first place. I never have been before." I told him.

"Tina, you've been here for five months now, going on six. Don't you think it's time to face what you tried to do." He asked me. I glared at him.

"I didn't try to do anything, I already told you. I was tired, and couldn't sleep, so I was going to take a pill, I slipped and hit my head. I wasn't trying to kill my self." I said to him.

"You know, the sooner you admit what you tried to do, the sooner we can get you home." He tried to reason with me.

"That's bullshit." I said.

"Excuse m-" I cut him off.

"It's bullshit. The moment I 'admit' about trying to kill myself, I'm only going to have to stay here longer, so you can 'improve' my mental health." I tell him.

"Well that's what you're doing here for, to improve your health." We keep eye contact for a moment.

"Hmm...well if that's the case, you'd think I would be out of here by now. I guess someone doesn't know how to do their job." I say to him with a straight face.

He's silent for a minuet "I think that is enough for today, yes?" He says to me while capping his pen. He closes his notebook. "You're dismissed." I stand and leave before he can stop me. I walk down the hall towards the stairs  to go to my room. I would take the elevator, but this place seems pretty sketchy, and I'd rather not take the risk. I guess that goes to show that I don't want to die. Yes, my family is shit and I don't have that many friends, but I wouldn't kill myself over it.

I take my time going up the first two sets of stairs, then run up the last set. I walk down the hall into my room, and see my roommate Sarah doing her laundry. 

  Sarah has anorexia, and probably weighs 90 pounds, total. Her skin is pale and she has bags under her eyes. It takes a lot for me not to baby her, because she's really sad a lot of the time. I get angry at the doctors here, because they think they know everything, when they really don't. Sarah's Aunt Kelly had anorexia, which pretty much explains why she has it. Yet doctors still think that having a professional chef making her food will make her eat, like she's some snobby rich kid that wants expensive food made for her every meal.  Again, straight bullshit.

"Hey..." She says in a quiet tone, "How was therapy?" she asked me. I think for a moment.

"Tiring...., angering." I say sitting down on my bed. She nods.

"They're only trying to help." She tells me.

"I don't need help." I mumble, "They're the ones who need help, I didn't try to kill myself." I say for what seems like the hundredth time today. She says nothing, and just sighs.

There was a knock at the door. I look over to see Dallas, our neighbor across the hall. 

"Got some bad news." He said walking in. Dallas has an extremely bad case of A.D.D, to the point where his parents put him in this stupid psych ward.

"What?" I ask, making sure he doesn't loose focus.

"I'm getting a roommate." He says.

"They're finally putting you and Benji together?" Sarah asks.

Benjamin  has been in the ward since he was six. He knows this place inside and out. His parents put him in here when they realized they could no longer take care of him. Not because they didn't have the money, this isn't an orphanage, It's a psych ward, you have to pay big bucks to be in this place. They put him here because Benji has schizophrenia. 

"Sarah, you and I both know that Benji has a room to himself for a reason." Dallas says. She smiles slightly and continues to fold her clothes.

"So anyway, who is he?" I asked him.

He shrugged "Not sure, he's new though." He says walking towards the door. "Arrives after class." He said before exiting and heading to his room. Just another shitty part about living in this place, you still have school.