Tell Me A Lie (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 27

Skylar's POV

"Hey, I'm Ayala Smith, your roommate."

"Hey, I'm Sky." I replied. She smiled at sat down on her bed.

"So what are you in for?"

"Anorexia, and self harm. What about you?" She smiled at me.

"Self Harm. So tell me a little about yourself?" She asked. I thought for a few moments, there's not much to tell.

"Um, my full name is Skylar Moore Malik, I'm 15 years old. I'm a tomboy, I love playing guitar and skateboarding, you'll never see me in a dress unless I'm forced and I have trust issues." I let out a small laugh.

"Cool, you already know my name, I'm 14 years old. I like everything, except for bullies. I'm afraid of bullies and thunderstorms and I tried to commit suicide 4 times." She explained. I nodded. "Oh and just so you know, we have group therapy at 10:00pm. Don't worry I'll show you where it is."

"Thanks," I replied. Throughout the next hour Ayala explained to me when we would eat, have our private therapy sessions and when we were aloud to use the internet. Apparently, we can only use it for a few hours or else you'll be forced off or they'll take you laptop away. I was pretty pissed about that, but I tried my best not to blow up about it.

I really hope to get better soon. After I saw what everyone's life would be like if I had died, I made it my mission to win the war of depression. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Girls?" And unfamiliar voice calls. "I'm coming in." The door opens to reveal a lady in her mid 40s. "I was just checking in on you two." Her eyes head down to my arms. "Oh honey, I'm going to need your bracelets." She tells me. My eyes widen, there is no damn way she's getting bracelets.

"Why?" I ask, trying to keep calm.

"Sorry Hun, it's a rule here so hand them over." She reaches out her hand, but I put mine behind my back.

"No, there's no damn way I'm giving you my bracelets." I clench my fists starting to get extremely pissed. She raises her eyebrows.

"Don't make me get the lady who runs this place. Take off your bracelets and hand them over to me. Now." Her voice is full of venom. That's when I lost it.

"There's no fucking way I'm giving them to you! They belong to me and there's nothing that can make me give them to you!" I yelled. My nails were digging into the palms of my hands, I could feel my blood boiling, but I didn't care. She squinted her eyes and slowly walked over to me. Ayala pushed me back a bit.

"Just give them to her Sky, trust me on this." She whispered. Obeying what she has said, I took off my bracelets, threw them at the lady and ran out the door. I'm not exactly sure where I'm going, Just roaming around the halls.

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"Sky where were you?" Ayala asked.

"Sorry." I muttered.

"Are you bipolar?" She asked. I nodded.

"How'd you know?" I questioned.

"My sister is bipolar and you act just like her." I didn't reply. "Okay, okay, as soon as you left I saw a but if the papers Ms. Truba, the lady, was holding and it was your file. All I really saw was bipolar." I laughed. She is definitely not, a good liar.

"You're a bad liar you know?" I said. She rolled her eyes in a joking way.

"Whatever, come on, we have group therapy now." We left the room and started walking down the hall. We came across a door that was wide open with people sitting in chairs in a circle. Okay, this is weird. I took a seat beside a girl with blonde hair that had black tips; she had blue eyes and was pretty skinny. On the other side of her was a girl with a chestnut layered bob side fringe, beautiful large deep brown eyes and long eyelashes. I looked around the room a saw a guy staring at me with a smirk on his face. His eyes trailed up and down my body. I quickly looked, hoping the session would start already. I lady with brown hair with highlights, brown eyes and pale skin closed the door at sat down in the last empty chair which happened to be beside me.