"Honey I think this is what's best for you, you're clearly depressed." My mother said with guilty eyes beaming at me. "I think if you get help we can go back to old times." Tear brimmed her eyes.
"So you think sending me to a mental institute will help me?" I nearly shout. She must be fucking crazy to think that locking me up will 'cure' me.
"Please Sahar, I already packed your bags. I have to take you there in about 15 minutes." She said leaning against the counter. I scoff, she didn't even warn me or tell me ahead of time to at least process this?
"Well what are you waiting for, take me to be locked up." I say making my way to the car. The car ride was silent but not in a comfortable way. The instuition was almost two hours away, this was almost unforgivable. We arrived and my converse trailed behind my mom's pumps that clicked as she stepped.
I was never a perfect child, I knew she'd send me off sooner or later. She wants to me be like my oldest brother Jake who finished college with a 4.0 gpa and is now a doctor, but no I'm a depressed 17 year old who is being sent off two hours from home to be with lunatics. She signs the papers and walks me to my room, apparently I have a roommate who struggles with depression as well, let's just say we've both been put onsuicide watch. My mother kissed my forehead lightly with tears falling out of her eyes.
"As soon as you get better I'll be waiting for you at the door of this place." She says trying to be sympathetic. I roll my eyes and sit on the bed. Maybe 20 minutes later a nurse comes in.
"Hello Sahar, I'm the nurse for this side of the building. I'm going to tell you the rules and then we'll get you changed into our attire." She said giving a fake, sympathetic smile. The amount of sympathy people give me is sicking, they constantly think I'll kill myself. She hands me the complete gray attire to change into the and white toms with no shoe laces.
"Okay so rules," she begins, "No males allowed in the rooms after 8pm. Lights out at 9:00pm you have a schedule that's placed on your night stand that you'll follow and there's no PDA allowed, so don't try to make a boyfriend or girlfriend here but friends are completely allowed." These rules are ridiculous. I just nodded and laid on my bed looking at the ceiling before deciding to see my schedule.
8am - wake up time
9am- be in dinning hall for breakfast
10am - group chat in room 201
11am - free time in the large commons
12am - dining hall for lunch
1pm - Doctor/ medication
2pm - phone call or letters
3pm - personal therapy
4pm- game time in large commons
5pm- dining hall for dinner
6pm- movie time in large commons
7pm- free time in large commons
8pm- bedtime preparation
9pm - lights out
They are so strict here, how does this help people. I roll my eyes and look at the clock above the door. It's already 6:58pm so I make my way to the large commons for free time.
The commons were filled with tables and books and each exit had a nurse standing there. I sit alone at a table looking at the people around me. There's a olived skinned boy with tattoos sitting at a table with three other boys, they all look young maybe my age. Beside the olived skinned boy is a curly headed and very toned boy. Across from them is a bright red haired boy with an eyebrow piercing and a smug look plastered on his face, beside him sits a blonde, lanky boy with a black hooped lipring that he tugs on with his teeth. They seem to be the only stable people here as they all chatter and make small talk. A girl sit in front of me with ash blonde hair and glasses.
"Hey I'm Molly." She says with a high pitch voice that makes my ears cringe.
"Sahar but call me Luna." I say a little harshly. I was in no mood to make friends or to even talk to anyone. She noticed my tone but shrugged it off and skipped away, literally skipped. I roll my eyes once again and sit back in my chair with a sigh.
"Hard first day?" I hear an accent say. I see a figure sitting in front of me. I look up to meet the blonde boys bright blue eyes.
"More like hard life." I say causing him to give a slight laugh, but I was being serious.
"Wait are you the girl that was put on suicide watch?" He asked seriously. I slowly nodded, word gets around quick here. He pulled his lipring between his teeth and leaned into the table.
"Wow, that must be rough." He says with disgust in his voice. I nodded and just keeps my vision on my fingers, picking at the old paint on them.
"If you don't mind me asking, why are you here." I suddenly blurt. He looks up at me with a straight face.
"Well," he sighs before leaning back, "My mum thinks I'm bi-polar and I mean I am but I guess she thinks it's serious and can't be controlled." He says truthfully.
"I guess we're kind of in the same boat." I respond looking into his crystal eyes. " My mom thinks I'm deathly depressed and that I'll jump out of my window any chance I get because I'm not like my brother who is might I add a successful doctor with two kids." I roll my eyes at the thought of him being my moms favorite.
"Ouch." He replies before giving me a small smile. I nod and pick back at my nails.
"Well it was a nice chat by its almost time for bed preparation so we better start lining up." He says standing up. "I never got your name."
"It's Sahar Luna but call me Luna I say, I've always hated my name so Luna was the best I had.
"I'm Luke Hemmings, nice name Luna." He smirks, I roll my eyes and line up with the girls section.
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Bad romance (l.r.h)
Fanfiction"You killed what I had left in me why not kill me too." "Because I'm in love with you." *WARNING • mild use of sex, language, and gangs, read at your own risk*
