So I went away for 6 weeks, getting the help that I needed. I was put into a room which was similar to a hotel room. It had a bed in the middle of the room and a bathroom. The walls were painted in a musky grey and it had a dark purple carpet. The bathroom had pearly white tiles and white walls. I wasn't allowed access to razors or anything that had sharp points on it, making sure that I couldn't hurt myself. I wasn't able to see Danny for my whole time that I was in the rehab centre but I was able to see Darcy every Saturday. In a way I was glad that I wasn't allowed to see Danny but I did worry that he would have sex with another girl but I tried not to think about that. At first, I found it difficult to come to terms with what was happening at rehab and the lady who looked after me, Annie, was worried about my health. Annie had long ginger hair and bright green eyes. She always wore bright coloured clothes and red lipstick. She was always in a good mood and she always had a smile on her face. She was lovely and she took good care of me. She had a room directly next to mine and she knew the code for my door. During my treatment, she acted as a therapist to help me recover quicker and at first, I wasn't too sure about her helping me because I believed that it wouldn't benefit me but after the first week, I began to feel a bit better and she helped me make a surprisingly fast recovery. I was out as soon as the 6 weeks were over and I went back home feeling happy again.
