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First day... First friend

CHAPTER TWO

Jessicas POV

They took alot away from my when they checked my bags. My scissors, razor, laptop, cell phone, iPod etc.. 

I couldn't help but feel a little mad when they took it but one look at the doctor and i knew i shouldn't argue. "Well Jessica, it seems that we don't have a roommate for you" FUCK YES. "That's okay" "But one the bright side i'm sure someone will come and be your friend" Shit. "That's good" Can we be done now? "Okay i'll leave you to settle in, dinners at 5:30 and you will see the rules posted on the inside of your door, okay?" Great more rules. "Okay!" She walked out. I sighed and sat on my bed. Now what. This is the time when my demons came out to play. Usually at night but today they've been nonstop inside my head. FAT FAT FAT. FREAK WHORE SLUT BITCH. Over and over again. I tried my best to tune them out but soon i was woken up my a nurse telling my it was dinner time. Wow i must of fallen asleep. I let her lead me down to a huge cafeteria. When i walked in i noticed a few girls staring at me. I felt self-concious as they began to whisper. Oh shit here it comes. BOOM. The entire cafeteria fell silent, I froze until I looked up and realized they were all staring at something on the panel of doctors. 

Dr. Richards walked up to the microphone and began talking in his booming voice, he started off by welcoming us and trying to crack a few jokes. Most people just smiled because of how stupid he looked. After saying his speech about love and kindness he sat down and the cafeteria regained it low buzz of talking. Somebody slammed their tray down in front of me on the table. I flinched, and looked up. "Hey, you new here? I ain't be seein' you around before" The girl said in a heavy Brooklyn accent. I smiled, she reminded me of home. "Haha yeah i'm new, my name is Jessica." "Jessica huh? Cool name. Im nicole, most people call me Nickles." "Nickles." I stated, smiling. "Yyyyyep." I laughed at that, as we ate i learned more about her. She grew up in the heart of Brooklyn, which explains the accent and she was 15, the same age as me. She suffered from Depression, bipolar disorder, self harm and an eating disorder. She was leaving in a month because of her progress. "So wattaboutyou?" She asked putting it in one word, "Waddaya mean?" I asked, getting used to the style of talking. Im from long island, so i dont have too bad of a city accent. But its still there. " I mean, why are you fucked up?" I laughed, " Suicide attempt, self harm and depression so far" "So far?" She asked. "Yeah i mean you never know what else could be wrong." The bell sounded for end of meals and we were patted down looking for stored food. I had my first therapy session right after dinner so i said goodbye to nickels and found my way to the therapy center.