Remember Me //[Sequel to Promise Me] Completed [✔️]

Epilogue

Tegan's P.O.V
January 2016

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It's the start of a brand new year. Today, I check out of this clinic. I've been here for three months, it's honestly changed my life so much.

I finally see my worth now. It took time, but now I finally see myself as a person of worth. I learned to cope with hate. I learned to be able to share my feelings, and express what was wrong verbally versus lashing out on myself physically.

It was absolute hell the first week. There was always screaming, and it really was what you stereotypically think it would be like. There was an isolation room, teenagers who were struggling so much, even trying to attack others. But there was so much more to it. Things that the people on the outside don't realize.

I met funny people. People with passions for cooking, drawing, jokes. Wise souls, warm hugs. People who made sure no one ever sat alone during a meal. I stayed up late with a boy who had insomnia, talking, trying to help him fall asleep. There was kindness and sadness.

In the beginning I felt numb, I only thought I was hurting myself, but now I realize how much I was hurting Zayn, and the rest of the boys. I remember how I would see Zayn cry all the time while I was going through everything, but it didn't affect me at all. I believed the only person being hurt was me, then when I finally realized I was putting so many negative thoughts on him, I blamed myself, I hated myself for doing those things.

Over time things got better, I started to recover, Zayn would visit me. My clinic was in Leyton, so he would only come on the weekends. I would get to FaceTime the boys while he was there. No one else ever came, but it never really hurt my feelings. These types of wards are terrifying.

I went to school here, their personal gym and the pool. I had things to do here, like art. In the library I would journal and write songs. You were constantly being checked on, you didn't even have a chance to hurt yourself. I just sat around and did absolutely anything, stuff I would never do at home.

It was hard. I was miserable. I begged to leave for weeks. Finally, when I realized I couldn't leave until I passed their stupid tests, I started pretending. I started saying all of the correct answers instead of how I actually felt. That's when a doctor humbled me, he said, "I see now why you went into singing and not acting."

One day, I decided to give it a chance. After months of long nights, brutal discussions, and lots of discipline, I finally get to go home.

"I'm so proud of you, Tegan." Dr. Reyes, one of the counselors, told me.

"Thank you," I smiled, picking up my suitcase from beside my bed.

"You've come to far! I'm glad that I get to see you walk out being a healthy girl. You have my cell, right? If you ever need to talk, ring me." She told me, giving me a friendly hug. I hugged her back.

"I will!" I told her, truthfully. She smiled at me, and nodded.

"Let's go, Mr. Malik should be here soon." We walked down the long halls.

It seemed strange that I was leaving the place already. I was happy, and relieved to get to go home. I haven't felt this good in a long time.

In the room, where we had visitations, Zayn was standing, talking to the director.

"Tegan!" Zayn's face brightened when he saw me.