Unintenionally Suicidal

Flattened Pennies

I close my journal. I pick up the few things I had here. A couple clothes and a few books. I stuff them in a bag. I actually liked the mental hospital.

But I liked it for the crazy people. One guy was getting his medication and he tried to stab me with a syringe. He was insane, thought I was a demon.

There are some nice people here though. I met a girl two years younger than me. Poor thing. She burns herself. Took a lighter and held it to her skin. They say I'm suicidal. Ha!

The close I had ever come to killing my self is when I stood in the middle of the tracks in front of a group of friends. The train came and I waited till the lights blinded my eyes. Then I ran. Five seconds. That's how much time I had. It was the most fun, thing I'd ever done.

My 'friends' thought I was crazy and all I did was smile. They were part of the reason I ended up here.

"Sweetie", my mom is standing in the hallway with tears in her eyes.

"Hey mom", I give her a hug.

"Where's dad?" I look behind her expecting him to be there.

"He's in the car sweetie", tears fall from her eyes. I just pick up my bag and walk out of the building.

My dad is standing by the car. His dark hair and beard.

"Daddy!" I run up to him and give him a giant hug.

"Sweetie I'm so sorry we couldn't have gotten you out of there sooner!"

That was my dad he didn't care that I stood in the tracks. He just wanted me out of the loony bin.

"Richard! You are not setting a good example for our children!"

Mom was furious. I couldn't help but laugh hysterically. My mother was giving me the death glare.

"Woa look at that Harry eyeball." The glare only got worse.

"Daddy did you bring my music."

"Sure did my dove." He smiled and pulled my life line out of his pocket.

I lurched for my IPod. And swiftly slid into the car. My mother still had a scowl, my father was humming to the radio and I was killing my ears.

I saw my house. Finally I'm home. I climbed out of the car and walked to the front door. It was a nice two story house painted blue. At least we all had our own rooms.

Charlotte or Char as she wants to be called is fourteen. A little punk rock but she was just that way.

Henry my 'twin' is good with kids. He's also gay. We always joke and call him the mother hen.

Carson who we all call Car is seven. He's into planes but we still call him Car. He and Char are very close.

And the youngest is Lilly. Her favorite color is pink. She loves tutus. She is only four. She's one of the cutest. Brown long curls. Pretty blue eyes.

The door swings open and char stands in the middle with Car in her arms. She's wearing all black. She drops Car and attacks me with a hug. Hugs are her deadliest weapon.

"I missed you so much Mara".

"Oh char I missed you too".

"Mara,Mara!" Lilly jumps into my arms. I look at what she was wearing. Her pink tutu, a pink butterfly shirt and black leggings. Lilly was a messy eater so no white.

" Hold up guys let me go put all of my stuff in my room", I let go of lilly and run upstairs. I open the door to my room and smile it smells like cucumbers and mint. I spent so much time at the tracks. I kneel by my bed and get my flattened coins.