The Sick can be Sane

Meet Ellie

-becausegrace
Ellie's P.O.V.
I looked through the window. The dull grey sky outside still had more color in it then it did in here. There was a knock at my door. The nurse came in before I could answer, and set my pills down on the table in my room. They were the regular antidepressants. Prescription made out to Ellie. I don't know why they bothered filling me up with them. It was a waste of money. A waste of medicine for someone who could actually use it. I looked down at my stomach. I wasn't taking the pills today. I had to eat when I took them, and I could already see me gaining weight. Everyone says I'm too thin though, I don't see it. And neither did my drunk mom. She would always call me names. Ever since I was a kid. It wasn't just the names. She was an abusive drunk. She hit me and my brother around. Our good for nothing father didn't do anything about it. He was too busy with his whores.
My brother had the right idea. Getting out as soon as he could. I tried that. So they put me here. Out of sight, out of mind. At least for my fucked up family. I laid back on my bed and closed my eyes. I'd give anything for my bed to just swallow me up.