Mentally Insane

The Inmates...how they got here..

It was a cold evening around  8 o'clock Bahja's mom knocked on the door to check on her it was the same thing everyday with Bahja she ate,she slept,and she abused her self from many years ago and it was her fault...at least she thought it was her fault.Bahja shifted left and right constantly and crossed her legs she had a pink and black lighter and would burn herself anytime the thought would come to mind which was everyday her mom started to worry about the troubled traumatized girl;Bahja's eyes never met one an others she would talk to herself say I deserved to be punished i'm a mistake and never would go to sleep..if she would she would relive that day all over again.

"Bahja,honey are you alright?"Her mom said as she peeked into the room all she heard was the noise of the lighter flickering over and over again all she heard was Bahja's murmuring  she hissed and rubbed her arm and looked at her moms worried face

"Are you okay..you need anything"She said opening the door farther and stepped into the room looking around Bahja facial expression sadden a little more and her eyes looked down at her wrist again

"Bahja talk...please?"Her mother begged

"what is there to talk about?"she whispered her mom  barely heard her but she could understand what she was saying

"you need help I'm sending you a Mental Hospital..I'm sorry baby but you need help to get over that day."

"mom I can't get over it.."she said breathing hard and gritting words through her teeth

"Bahja your going..and that is final! don't talk back I've kept my patience and you're throwing your life away by staying up all night,burning yourself with a light abusing your skin,blaming yourself IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT BAHJA STOP"Her mom said as she teared up.."Pack up your clothes we're leaving at nine.."her mom said as she slammed the door Bahja looked at the door then the clock and and sighed and shook her head.Bahja got up from bed and struggled to keep her balance she hasn't walked in weeks.

"bullshit"she whispered she walked into her closet and picked random clothes not caring what she had in her suitcase she packed a few Adidas,two pairs of Jordans and Toms and threw her suitcase on her bed she grabbed a pair of Navy blue sweat pants and a 'WTF!' T-shirt and walked into the bathroom that was also inside the room.

She looked in the mirror and saw dark rings around her eyes she touched them and winched in shock she's never been in such bad condition before her hair is messy,her clothes are dirty and dingy she looked into her own eyes and knew she couldn't handle herself maybe going to that Mental Hospital was for the best she closed the door and washed her face and wiped it with a dry cloth she slowly changed her clothes and walked out the bathroom she took two rubber bands not for her hair...just in case they take her lighter away.

"Come on Bahj..the vans here"her mom said busting through the door

"a van?"Bahja said softly

"yes now come on"She said while grabbing Bahja's bags Bahja hesitated to get up she sighed heavily and got up out of bed and walked towards the door and looked back to her room.

"welp,looks I won't be seeing you for 4 months then.."she said as she cut off the lights and closed her door.She looked down next to her and saw her dog sleeping"bye Cali.."and she kept walking her mom left the door open and she walked out closing it behind her.

Right there was a white van that she got into and there was a lady with light brown hair pulled into a tight bun and she wore a blue and white dress the other nurse had velvet hair placed into a ponytail and she had on all white with pants and a white dress coat.

"Bahja this is Ms.Thomas.."she started as she pointed to the lady in the drivers seat with the light brown hair Ms.Thomas waved and gave a bright peppy smile."...and this right here is Ms.Nickita."she said pointing to the other lady with the red hair Ms.Nickita gave me a slight smirk and a little finger wave.she smiled the same way at both of them and looked down to play with her  pink rubber bands.