life through my eyes
This is my story as a 15 year old teenage outcast and rebellious girl
How my life became a tragedy
How my life was in a Department of children and family's placement
How I was treated
How I became mentally Insane kept it f...
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My name is Willow, I was taken from my home January 9th 2015, 18 days before my birthday. Taken from the school library kicking and screaming nonstop by people from casa. Just to bring me to a place called horizon house, my first group home. Before I was brought there I was taken to a hospital, To be mentally evaluated. I didn't leave there until 1:00 a.m.
Before I left a nice family and there younger daughter or son, I took to playing with or talking to. Even though I was hurting inside I found solace talking to him/her. One of their parents went out and brought back star bucks hot chocolate. For me and their child a long with themselves. In the end when they left they wished me luck on finding my way home. (If they ever read this I thank you for sharing such kindness with me)
I got to the program and was greeted as if I was a some what of a new burden. I know they tried to talk so I couldn't hear, but I could hear every word. "Don't let her call her family until approved and not for at least a week" I don't think anyone felt as much pain then and their as I did. I was brought to a part of the house like building, to a side called the girls side. I had to go to bed in jeans and whatever I had on my back. I got placed on the top bunk in a room that had three beds, and three girls counting me.
I was woken up by one of my room mates, who I became best friends with her name is Kiki. I call her that as a nick name. "Texa look she's so cute" I don't remember a response. I do remember opening my eyes and seeing Kikis face for the first time. She had really Long slightly curly brown hair, she had a tan completion and brown eyes. When I opened my eyes and she asked "what's your name, how did you get here so young. I was only 13 I looked 12 I was very small and petit.
My response was "I got here for being sick so many times. I was finally addressed at a court hearing. They called it truancy, meaning some one who skips school on purpose."
"Kiki how long am I going to be here?" "I'm still asking that same question Dana but I am told we are observed for 50 days, and that's how it's determined." "Oh...." "When did you get here Kiki?" "I got here 9 days ago" I didn't ask why because I knew it was some other reason unlike like mine. It could also be triggering for her to talk about. So I didn't press it any further.
