Death Sounds Like A Melody (Merome)

Chapter 25 - Its Like we are standing hand in hand

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Also guys, I'm sorry this is over a month late, I haven't had any motivation to write anything.

And I think I'm going to end this story in 2 chapters.

Mitchs POV

"Hello Mitch, I'm Emma and I'm going to be your Phycologist for the time being." This young woman says with a polite as she sits beside my bed. It's like 4 pm or something now. I'm sitting up with the help of the magical beds and Jerome is still next to me. I refuse to let him go and dad is standing on the other side my bed, holding my hand.

"Hi." I state, looking at her. She smiles softly.

"Now Mitch, we know you have been through a lot in the last month. So, I have a couple of propositions for you." She says kindly and then reaches into her bag that sits beside her feet. She passes me a pamphlet and I stare at it. It looks like some resort or something.

"We are not going to send you to an asylum if that's what you are thinking. This place is more like a resort then mental hospital. It's a place for your mind and body relax and to work out different ways for you to cope with your thoughts. It's a place for people that have gone through something traumatic like you. You'll have your own room, bathroom, etc. Your allowed to bring anything that you want from home. You'll be deprived of any sharp objects though and if you do need to use one, someone will be watching you." She says, looking at my dad and Jerome more then me. I know I don't really have a choice, it's up to them since I can't really make a decision for myself at the moment.

"Or, you could just stay here and go to councilling every two days.." She says bluntly. I look to Jerome who looks at me with a sad smile. I think for a moment.

"In this 'resort' place, would Jerome, dad and my friends be allowed to come and visit me?" I ask, looking at Emma. She nods.

"Yes, this resort believes in rehabilitation through loved ones. Though, they won't be allowed in every day. Oh, also, there is a music room that you can use whenever you want before curfew. This place is using many new studies, and therapy through music is one of them. And there is also a hospital in the place that you'll have to go to considering your injuries." She says. I nod and look to the others. Dad smiles while his thumb rubs my hand.

"I'll go." I say without a second thought. Jerome starts to hug me a little harder making me smile softly. I need to get better. I'm so sick and tired of being depressed. I don't deserved to be depressed, I deserve to happy. After everything I've been through, I deserve it.

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This place has been the best decision of my life. I feel okay. I am okay. I feel relatively safe which is saying a lot considering the hell I've been through. I've been in this place for about 3 weeks and it has been amazing get strange. The staff are so nice, they actually care about me and the welfare of every one else in this place. It's cool cause of the weekly routine I have. I get relaxing massages every second day and if I have an anxiety or panic attack which instantly calm me down. I have therapy with a psychologist every day. As much as it is annoying, it's helping. I'm quite happy.

I've meet so many people, I've learnt their stories it's made me feel guilty because my problems are nothing compared to theirs. Though, My psychologist Liam has told me that depression is like a train, it may take different routs but its going to end up in the same place. It made me feel better hearing that. I'm not crazy after all.