*Age 19*
"I want to get out of here" I mumble to the doctor.
"what?!" He asked.
"I wanna leave, I'm ready" I reassured him.
"I think it would be best if you stayed, Shaylee. We havent finished out treatments, we need to get you healthy and normal again. Don't do it for me, do it for your mother. This is what she would want." He said sitting down next to me on my bed.
I cringed at the the thought of my mother. " I haven't seen Mitch in five months, I'm fine" I mumbled.
He stood up and held his hand out. I stared in silence refusing to take it. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. "C'mon, let me show you something" He said pulling me to the bathroom. He stood me infront of the mirror and concentrated only on me.
"does this look fine to you?" He said pointing to my reflection. There was darkness around my eyes, I looked like I hadn't eaten in weeks. I looked horrible. I could feel my mouth open wide and the tears fill my eyes as I examined my image.
"does is?" He whispered with a small sigh. I turned away from the mirror without an answer. "I think you should sta-" I cut him off, "No, I want to go".
He shook his head. "sleep on it, okay?" He replied.
six months in a mental hospital. I've lost everyone close to me, including Mitch. I just want to get out of here.
"are you sure about this" The doctor asked as I packed my suitcase.
"Positive" I said with a small smile.
"where will you go?" He said.
"Just back to the apartment" I answered picking up my packed suitcase.
"No more Mitch?" '
"No more Mitch" I answered with a big bright smile.
"Come back any time, if you need to, Shaylee" He said giving me a big hug.
"I will, dont worry" I agreed.
"bye"
"Bye.."
short chapter for you guys, hehe.
