Our story: the start

Part 4 Ryan

When the doctors said I had to go upstairs I almost didn't know what they meant.  I was thinking about asking but I was too afraid to.  After I read the sign that said "psych ward".  I understood now, I was getting baker acted.  Can't say it was the first time.  When I was about 14 I attempted suicide, over dose.  My mom walked in my room, she called 911.  When I got to the hospital they made me drink charcoal so I could puke it all up.  But now,  I had to wear a bracelet, the techs put it on when I first went in.  I asked how long I had to stay.  "Until you get better." they all said.  But for the next 4 days I was gonna act the happiest I ever had.  I was going to do the best I could.  They're all dumbasses I thought to myself, they can't tell the difference between real and fake.  How are they doing their job that way.  It's bullshit. There was about 10 people in there.  Some suicidal, some because they cut, some because of fighting, but there was this one mysterious girl. She didn't talk.  But she had cuts all over her arms and legs and everywhere you could imagine.  They were deep, she got stitches. But they still looked really bad.  This girl had bandages galore, I wonder what she went through.  I wanted to get to know her, but she refused to talk to anyone, even the techs.  I think the techs have it the worst, they have to give up their time to take care of the mentally ill, but I guess someone has to do it.  But there are some really messed up things that happen in psych wards.  I heard a story where this one girl took glass and shoved it in her underwear.  When the techs noticed that there were new cuts they figured she was scratching herself.  She got released, but had to go back because she broke the car window, she then put the glass from the window in her mouth.  I don't know what happened next but when I heard that story I was shocked.  I'm not sure if it's real or not but if it is, damn.