I looked, up and down, at the place I would call home until I was let out.
Also known as the Cheshire Mental Hospital.
"Goddamn it, Louis!" my mum shouted from in the car. "Just go inside already! You're going to make me cry!"
I knew she already was. So was I. I sniffed and gulped.
"Bye, Mum." I waved to the car. She waved back.
Then I opened the door and walked in.
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The first thing I noticed when I stepped into the hospital was a circle of boys right around my age. They sat in cushy chairs on the faded navy-blue rug.
Then I noticed a desk with a young girl sitting at it. I walked toward the desk and the girl smiled warmly.
"May I help you?" she inquired.
"Yeah," I squeaked. "Um, I'm a new patient. Louis Tomlinson."
"Ah, yes. One moment. Liam can show you to your room. Liam?"
A boy with light brown curly hair stood from the circle.
He straightened his chair, and walked to us with a scared look in his eyes.
"Why do I have to do it?" he asked the girl.
"Because you can't be afraid of everything!" she replied.
"But I am!"
"Just do it!"
Liam whimpered, but took my hand and led me up a flight of stairs. He pulled me down the hall and dropped me off at the end of it. Then he left without a word, but I could see him rapidly sanitizing his hands.
I opened the door to my room. It was painted green-blue. There were 2 twin beds, 2 desks, and 2 lamps, one on each desk. Great. A roommate.
One more person to explain that I have tried to commit suicide 7 times. One more person to tell why. One more person to be bullied by because I'm gay. One more person to put into a bad state because of my depression.
This is going to suck.
