Michael's P.O.V.
I wasn't the only new person anymore.
Apparently she (the new girl) has been in isolation for the past week. That's around the same amount of time I've been here, and again we're going to sit in a circle to talk about our feelings and problems. Whoop whoop.
No one here wants to do this.
The therapists, and our parents locked us in here because they think we're 'messed up'.
I walked down the hall to the gym like room with a circle of chairs in the middle. Me not being in isolation didn't mean I knew people.
I sat in one of the brown folding chairs, trying not to seem tense. Everybody else was just milling around talking each other as if they were enjoying themselves. If that's what's really going on their bullshitting themselves.
Where is the new girl?
I'm staring directly in front of me, when Jane comes into my line of vision. Ugh, her, possibly the worst person to become a therapist ever.
When she stepped to the side I was shocked. Sure to most people she's just "The New girl". To me though?
This girl has been in my nightmares ever since I started living here. Every night for the past week ,she died from my negligence.
This was just some scary fiction from the back of my mind due to my experiences. Now it might become reality and everything's all hazy.
One thing is crystal clear. I can't be the one responsible for the death of the new girl.
This is a one shot off of _HakunaHemmings Girl Who Cried Wolf. If you haven't read it please do that because it's fantastic!
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Short StoryThis is Michael's point of view on some things. These were edited by _HakunaHemmings. Big thanks to her for writing The Girl Who Cried Wolf and inspiring me to write.
