The grayish blueish walls mock me. I feel like I'm six feet under already. I have these mittens Dr.I has put on me to stop pulling my hair. I kicked him again only for him to put me down with my 'daily doses' that don't usually knock me out for more than three hours. Every so often he puts it in my food especially when I have been stubborn for days and starve myself. This is hell. My life was normal back at home , but that sugar cookie cut mother of mine thinks everything has to be perfect. Perfect husband. Not. My Father cheats all the time , she knows it she just chooses to ignore it. Perfect son. Who might I add is a ego maniac obsessive jerk who sticks his - I'll spare you the details. Pretty much my life has sucked since I've stopped listening to Taylor Swift and more or less Modern Baseball type of music. Then freshman year came and it was...and experience.
I shake the thought out of my head. I start feeling the familiar urge of wanting to pull or maybe just tug a little bit, on my bangs or the back of my hair. Either one would be nice right now. Before I can stop myself I'm in a corner shaking, I'm going through withdrawals from my daily doses which are up and down, and I just want to calm myself. Maybe...I can bite them off.
"No use in that babydoll, you're just gonna end up feeling like a nut - as if you already don't" Dr.I says.
I slouch in the corner. Not facing him. "Hey come on warm up to me sugar" he crouches.
I shrug him off my shoulder. He talks like that to all the girls, then treats them like shit in the next breath.
"Come on you waste of space" he pulls me up on the bed. Told ya.
"Meet your new roommate. Abigail" he smiles.
"I told you I prefer Abby." The mousy girl speaks.
"Yeah, yeah, Listen sweetheart or Rebecca right now
Im gonna take your gloves off, I'm going to you need you to play nice"
"Play nice" I roll my eyes mimicking him.
"There's some humor! Anyhow I'll be back around later since you two may or not kill each other , I guess we'll have to see. Watch your back ladies!" He whistles and locks my room- I mean our room down.
"Hey I'm Becca" I say forcing a smile.
"Hey I'm not here to make friends smiley so you stay on your side and I'll stay in mine" she says.
"Wow but I'll have to come over to gather all my shit that's all over the place sorry I didn't know when you'd be coming."
She moves to the other side of the room.
"I'm not going to kill you , this room is pretty much safety checked daily, razors , sharp things that sort of thing. "
"Stop talking. Please."
Geez. Some roommate.
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Abby's P.O.V.
Another day of the same routine; wake up, pills, therapy session, eat, shower and go to bed. It's not a fabulous life but it sure beats being at home where all the things are a constant reminder of what I did. The gun shot still rings in my ears and the memory of my mother's lifeless body is permanently etched into my brain. Dr.Irwin or as I like to call him Dr.Asshole snaps me out of my thoughts. "Abigail it's time for you to take your medicine and go back to your new room." He smiles enthusiastically and I roll my eyes. ya see this is what he does he gets in your head and acts all sweet flirting with you then bam next thing you know you've got a doctors knee in your stomach. "Hello Abigail did you hear me?" I shake my head no slowly avoiding eye contact. She scoffs. "Worthless waste of space" he mumbles and pulls me to my new room. Apparently it's frowned upon here to bite others so I'm being relocated. "Ta da here's your new room" he smiles and opens the big metal door. "Your roommate should be here shortly until then sit tight" he leaves locking the door behind him. I sigh and lay on the perfectly made bed scratching at the skin on my fore arms a nervous habit I picked up. "You got this Abs you can do this just be mean yeah that's it." I sigh and a few minutes later the door is opening and Dr.Asshole is dragging in some girl with mittens on. "Meet your new roommate. Abigail" he smiles. "I told you I prefer Abby." I roll my eyes ."Yeah, yeah, Listen sweetheart Im gonna take your gloves off, I'm going to you need you to play nice"
"Play nice" The girl mimics him, wow real smart one we've got here. "There's some humor! Anyhow I'll be back around later since you two may or not kill each other , I guess we'll have to see. Watch your back ladies!" He whistles and locks the door basically sealing my fate. "Hey I'm Becca" she sticks her hand out and smiles wide.
"Hey I'm not here to make friends smiley so you stay on your side and I'll stay in mine" I sass hoping she gets the point.
"Wow but I'll have to come over to gather all my shit that's all over the place sorry I didn't know when you'd be coming."
I quickly back up moving to the other side of the room. "I'm not going to kill you , this room is pretty much safety checked daily, razors , sharp things that sort of stuff." Yeah that's gonna make me feel better. "Just stop talking please." She seems to get the idea and starts silently collecting her stuff as I lay back in bed closing my eyes. One days down only the rest of my life to go.
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Love Sick
Fanfiction"Wont you please come get your baby...Maybe" Living in a psych ward isn't very amusing. People throw dietary supplements and shrink you all day. But what happens when you throw up on the cute kid from down the corridor? You're love sick of course...
