1 month into the institution
I've been in this same spot for around thirty days. I'm ready to leave. This place is doing no more than making me crave my blade even more than I have. Talking about depression and making me take antidepressants are making me more depressed. My mom could care less. She's practically through with me.
I tugged on the same blue gown I've been in since I've came here. No shower. No bed. The only thing I sleep in is a cot and a pillow. No covers. The room is white, and the door is a barred metal door. It reminds me of a whore home.
"Nicole, are you ready for your last check up?" the secretary asked. Her voice was kind, but you could tell there was something deep and dark inside of her. She had been hurt at some point.
My eyes widened. "My last? When do I go home?"
The secretary smiled. "Yes. And you will get home whenever your parents call us."
I frowned. My heart literally felt like it was sinking into my stomach. "O-oh."
"Something wrong?" she asked.
I shook my head and ran a hand through my nappy hair. "Nothing's wrong." I followed the secretary into the room the psychologist was in.
"Hello, Nicole. Nice seeing you again." Dr. Phillips, the psychologist, greeted.
I nodded, stiffly, and sat in my chair. The secretary handed me a glass of water, and then walked out of the room.
"So, how are you?" he sat up and intertwined his fingers.
"The usual. Having an achy back, dirty from no shower, and getting more depressed." I lifted my hands up as if he was supposed to know.
"This place is supposed to amke you less depressed, sweety." he smirked.
"Oh, don't give me that load of bull. If you want someone to be in a place to not make them depressed, try giving them their needs. Showers, covers, beds, and a change of clothes. At least. This place has given me more depression than when I became depressed. I'm just ready to go home, Dr. Phillips." I couldn't hold back my tears anymore. I held my head in my hands and sobbed away.
"Okay, that's enough! I'm tired of you crying! I'm tired of you complaining!" his face turned read hot.
I looked up from my hands. A deadpan expression written all over my face.
"You filthy douchebag." I grasped my glass of water into my hands and threw it at is face as hard as I could. That resulted in his nose, mouth, and forehead having remains of bloody glass in them. He let out a wail and I ran out of the room.
"Nicole!" the secretary ran up to me.
"Take back his degree." I growled, pointing at the door the doctor was in.
She shook her head. "I don't even want to know. Your parents called..." she looked to the floor.
Throughout this entire month, we've became very close. Turns out, she's a senior and has a part-time job here. Her name is Ella and she wants to be a doctor.
My eyes lit up. "Really? Does that mean I get to go home?"
"N-not exactly..." her eyes turned a darker shade than the color they naturally were.
I sent her a confused look.
"Your parents sent all of your things to an adoption center. They want us to send you there, too." she wouldn't make eye contact with me.
I let out a gasp, and bit my lip to keep the tears from spilling. "When?"
"That's why I came here. To drive you to the adoption center."
I nodded and followed her out.
***
"So, what happened between you and the doctor?" the Ella asked, pulling out of the institution.
"Basically, he was acting ike a dick, so I threw my galss of water at his face, probably breaking his nose." I cringed at the thought.
She let out a laugh. "Well, nobody at the institution really likes him, anyway."
Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran came on the radio, making my thoughts excite and turn the volume knob to make it louder.
"You like this song, yeah?" Ella nudged my shoulder, making me blush.
I nodded, as we pulled into the adoption center.
Ella handed me her phone number. "Call me if you need anything."
I nodded and studied the floor. "I will." I grasped the number and walked into the double doors of the center.
