Zailee's POV
A few weeks have passed since I was first admitted, and I won't lie to kick it; I still hate it here. I hate that they think I'm just too slow and incompetent to think for myself. Plus they constantly try to make me attend these group sessions and vent my problems, but I refuse.
Just then someone knocked on my door, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Come in.." I muttered, but loud enough to be heard, then in walked Amber.
"Hi Zailee!" her perky voice echoed throughout my room.
I sighed and closed my eyes then looked up at her. "Hey Amber."
"Are you coming to the group session?" she asked, too enthusiastically for my glum mood.
"No, Amber. We go through this every damn day and I give you the same answer." I replied nonchalantly, looking back down at my US magazine.
She was quiet after that and when I looked up at her, her cheeks were turning slightly red. I immediately grew agitated knowing that she was about to cry and shot her a 'don't you fucking do it' look. She sniffled and regained her composure then spoke again.
"Well why don't you ever come?" she asked.
"Because I'm not crazy. I don't need these people tryna get inside my head and fuck up my mind."
"So you're saying I'm crazy??" Amber asked, getting mad.
I hated her crazy ass mood swings...
"Well gee Amber, your demeanor did just go from 'happy-go-lucky', to 'I don't wanna live anymore', then to 'Imma Ike Turner yo ass' in a matter of 2 minutes, so maybe your head is a little fucked up..." I stated nonchalantly, flipping the page of my magazine.
I heard her gasp, "Well maybe if I just killed myself you wouldn't even have to deal with me!"
"Amber, please shut yo ass up. You've said that a good 3 times this week and you still have failed to complete the action." I said.
She then broke out into loud sobs. I tried to continue focusing on my magazine, but her loud ass obnoxious crying was pissing me off.
"Ugh! If I go to that stupid ass session will your overly dramatic ass leave me alone!?" I semi-yelled. She looked up and smiled, then nodded her head.
"Fine..." I grumbled. I got out of bed and slipped a pair of black sweats over my shorts. I then followed Amber out of my room and down to the conference room.
When we walked in, there were only a few people seated. I guess they hadn't officially started yet.
"Oh so you finally decided to join us, Ms. Copley?" I turned around and was met with a smiling Dr. Briggs. He was a slightly older white gentleman, probably in his early 50s, who wore glasses, had slightly gray hair, and a goatee.
"Yeah, I guess..." I shrugged.
"Well take a seat wherever you please, we'll be starting soon." I slightly nodded and walked over to the circle of chairs they had in the middle of the room. I took a seat in the chair furthest right, in hopes of barely being noticed.
That hope was short lived because when the meeting started, Dr. Briggs immediately introduced me.
"Good afternoon everyone, we have someone new joining us today." he began, "You all may or may not know her, but please welcome Zailee."
"Hi Zailee." they all said in unison, in a monotone fashion.
"That's my friend!" Amber suddenly said, and everyone turned towards her. She continued to look forward and smile as if nothing happened. I shook my head.
