Why Me?

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~Next Morning~

I slowly allow one eye to open at a time and as a result almost screamed my lungs out cause there was a white coat person sitting in the corner of my room with a notepad. What exactly is she doing here when I'm asleep? I softly speak "What were you doing?" She just stares and starts off saying "Emily are you aware that you fight in your sleep?" Fight? What did she mean by that? I whisper "Violence? Punching? And screaming?" She slowly nods her head and stands up from her seat and walks to sit on the edge of my bed. As she pats my knee she says "I know there is a lot of turmoil in your life right now but I can't help you if you don't help me."

I just stare and blink at her. Why did I have to explain what is wrong with me? Is there really a problem? Apparently my "parents" believe so, do I even call them my parents? Do they even deserve that? The white coat sighs and stands up and puts my pills on the table "Take these and come on down for breakfast, your mom will be coming to pick you up soon so you need to be packed." And with that she started for the door that would lead her to the other miserable people in this hell hole. I wonder if they got here exactly how I did, because someone didn't want them or they felt alone in this world. Before she reached the door she stops and takes a hesitant step back, "Emily.... take care of yourself out there. I know there are a lot of big bad people out there but don't let them get to you." And with that she was gone. I stare at the door she just left thinking about her advice and begin to mumble to myself, "I'm doomed." I get up and look around my usually white room and reach over to the table and grab the pills and some water. I stare at them and shove them in my mouth washing it down with the water and stand up making sure to be careful with the sleeves on my wrist. I look in the mirror again and try to brush my fingers through my hair but give up after I decide there is no way I'm getting the knots out.

Sighing, I start thinking of the events that will be happening today. First on the list, I'm going back home and my heart starts to beat tremendously from the stress. A place I haven't been to for years. I decide to skip breakfast because I would rather keep the breakfast down instead of throwing up chunks and ruining all of this white. As I finish packing a knock sounds on the door and I turn to look awaiting my new faith.

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