"You know we are only doing all of this because of... er past incidents, right?"
"I understand, but today is my release date." I have been locked up for three months in a mental facility because I tried to kill myself. That is kind of what happens when you don't know that you have depression and then your fiancé dies three days before your wedding. Today, I am being released back into the real world though. I am on medication and no longer considered a threat to myself.
"You will be released if I say that is alright. It all depends on this session." Dr. Wells stated. I hate her. She acts all high and mighty when she really deserves to be locked up in here.
"Well, it is probably a good thing that my session ended ten minutes ago then. See ya." With that, I stand up and walk out of the door. I am not staying here another minute. Seriously, who did that woman think she is? My paperwork is already done. I only went to that session to be polite. I am ready to get out of here and mourn my fiancé properly.... on the other side of the country.
I mean I can't stay here. There are just too many memories. Plus, a fresh start where nobody knows me or my story will be really nice. No more awkward looks or anyone acting out of pity.
I will get myself a nice little apartment and maybe a cat or a dog. A fur baby would be nice. Then, I wouldn't have to deal with being completely alone.
First things first though. I have to go get the essentials from the house. I'll let Jason's family know once I am gone so they can get whatever of his that they want. Anything that is left can go to charity.
"Umm.... Miss? I need you to sign this paper before I can unlock the door to let you go." A guy at the front desk said.
"Oh. Sorry. I am just so ready to get out of here." I sign the paper that he was talking about. He looks it over and nods.
"Ok, Miss Jessica Brooks. You are free to go. Please, take care." He presses a button and the doors buzz. I nod and head out the door muttering a thanks.
"I hate the name Jessica. My mother loved it, but she also loved life without me or my father. She left when I was five. It was actually my first day of school. I came home to find my father crying. After that day, he always called me Jess or Jessy. I have been tempted to legally change it to Jessy, but that takes money. Money that could go towards more important things.
A tear starts to form, but I quickly blink it away as I get into my car. I am not getting all worked up over that horrible woman. No, I will never cry over her again. I cry because of my dad. He died about a year and a half ago from a sudden and massive heart attack. There was nothing doctors could do. I know he is in a better place, but I just wish I could have said goodbye first.
I arrive at the house still deep in thought. I haven't been here since the night I tried to kill myself. Finding motivation to actually go inside is rough. It eventually happens though. I pack clothes, my makeup and other toiletries, a bit of food, photos of Jason and I, a teddy bear he got me, and a quilt made up of some of my dad's old t-shirts. Everything would either go to Jason's family or charity. I will just buy whatever else I need when I get to where I am going.
I am not rich by any means, but I had a pretty nice chunk of cash saved up. Speaking of which, I need to stop by the bank and get that out. I have saved money from work, and I got a bit when my dad died. I will still need to get a job as soon as I get to.... Where the heck am I even going?
As I walk into the bank, everything suddenly seems clear. I am going to California, but not Hollywood or Los Angeles. Somewhere near there wouldn't be bad, but I don't want to live in the center of city. There will be plenty there to keep me busy and well distracted.
I withdraw my money, and then stop for round one of gas and snacks. One down and only about fifty million to go. This is going to be a long trip.
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The Road of Healing
Teen FictionI don't really have a plan for this, so bare with me. One horrible accident led to a breakdown. One breakdown led to the yearn for a new life. Who knew that the loss of a loved one could lead to a happily ever after. Of course, life had to throw in...
