Ice Water.

Chapter 7.

The building was old but remodeled somehow. It looked newer, but there were still markings and places on the outside where you could tell. I wasn't supposed to have an umbrella, but it was accepted because it was pouring. After a while, my parents would come to get my car. My dad would drive to the hospital with my mum, and my mum would get in my car and take it to my house, then ride back home with my dad. I opened the door and was quickly blasted with the same hospital air, but much more intensely. You could hear a few people talking here and there, but there were mostly stares on blank faces. I went to the front desk, signing in. My suitcase was checked as was I, and I was taken to what would be my room. The halls were different colours for each unit, and the walls in Unit 9 were pastel pink. Unit 9 was the Depression unit, basically. I would stay here for a week, then if I got better I would move to Unit 3, Recovery. The walk to the room was silent other than the doctor making remarks about the institution. Inside the room, the walls were pastel yellow. I felt like a child being locked in a playroom. The beds were starched white, everything in complete order. There was another girl, but she was silent and reserved. I was handed a book and a schedule, along with other things I might need.
I set my things where they belonged. Clothes in my assigned dresser, bathroom things in the bag I had brought for them. Medications were taken to the nurse. I was first supposed to talk to my psychologist, then I had the rest of the day to do whatever. Lunch wasn't until 12, so after the meeting with my psychologist, I slept.