The boys next door || completed

Emily James

Hello, I'm Emily James, but you probably got that from the chapter title. I'm fifteen and love writing music. The picture at the top is me.

Music is the only thing keeping me sane here, in the prison for mental people. Sorry, that's a horrible way to put it. Right now, I'm in a mental hospital for depression, self-harm and anorexia.

For a while I was depressed, but no one knew why. Mum and dad totally did, they just didn't want to take the blame. They were arguing all the time; I'm surprised they're still together.

Anyway, I go home tomorrow (hallelujah!) and I can see my older brother Alex again! Alex's my older brother, twenty one, and was working towards building up his own business last time I saw him three months ago.

"Emily? Mr Brookes wants to see you." My watch told me. Clever, right? We each have watches that can store notes and transmit messages from the main computer so they always know where we are and can call us whenever.

I quickly get dressed in a dark red top and some black jeans with black vans before going to Mr Brookes' office.

"Hello Emily, how are you today?" he asks and I can feel the steady beating of my pulse against my watch.

"Ok. You wanted to see me, sir?" I ask, sitting in the plastic blue chair.

"Yes, now, this may come as a bit of a shock, but your brother asked me to tell you. Your parents are getting a divorce." He says matter-of-factly.

I stare at him. "About time!" I burst out with. "I mean, they hate each other!" I explain.

"...Right. Well, that's all. I would start packing; he's coming for you at ten tomorrow morning." Mr Brookes smiles, his eyes twinkling.

"Hallelujah!" I exclaim, walking with a slight happy bounce all the way back to my room. I pull one of my three cases out from the wardrobe and start packing half of my clothes.

I'll leave the rest for later; I'm starving!

I find one of the canteens and grab some Nutella toast.

"Hey, you!" someone yells at some random guy, and soon, there's a fight. I quickly escape before I have a panic attack and they say I can't go yet. They would do something like that.

"Hey Emily, heard you're going tomorrow." My kind of distant friend Chantelle skips up to me.

"Yeah, do you know when you're going back?" I ask politely. Me and Chantelle only talk if things get awkward in a situation, or there's something really major going on.

"Yeah, next month. Hate this place, it just makes stuff worse." She groans.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. At least my problems have gone for now." I smile before she runs off to one of her support groups.

One good thing about this place is that you only have to do minimal work - they say it can cause stress overload, though when you get out, you've got a lot of catch up work to do.

I find myself in a music room, tuning one of the guitars. I have my own here, but that's all the way back in my room, and I can't be bothered to find it under all my clothes.

I start randomly playing chords before playing I see fire by Ed Sheeran.

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"Emily, you need to eat at some point this afternoon." My watch spoke, startling me. I check the time, and see it's already seven thirty. I've missed lunch by a lot shot.

"Thank you for that." I say, not even sure if they can hear me.

"It's our job." Comes the answer. Why had no one told me I can talk back to them?!

I walk around, unsuccessfully trying to find the canteen.

"Help?" I ask my watch.

No answer. I think I can only talk to them immediately after they've spoken to me. Ugh, I'm still lost.

"You looking for the canteen?" a girl asks. She's just taller than me, looks about my age maybe.

"Yeah, six months and I can't find it!" I joke.

"Oh, don't worry, I was the same. Just down there, first on your right." She smiles before walking away again.

"What's your name?" I ask, turning.

"Chloe Morgan. You?" she smiles.

"Emily James." I wave before heading off in the direction she said the canteen was in.

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Hey guys, second story on wattpad, yay!

I feel like my other one is probably gonna be my priority for a bit, because people are actually reading that one right now, but I just don't know.

To be honest, I don't even know what I'm doing with my life right  now, which could be a problem, because that means I'm gonna stress about it, but I'm already stressing about not stressing, stressing too much, my depression, anxiety and all that sh*t!

anyways, hope you guys are having a good holiday if you're on holiday, and if you're not? well, you need a break!

lyall,

update soon (hopefully),

Beca, xx