(I AM SKIPPING THE FLIGHT TO LOS ANGELES BECAUSE BELLE DOESN'T SAY ANYTHING TO HER DAD, NOR DID HE. SO I'M JUST GOING TO SKIP TO THE PART WHERE THE CAR PARKS TO THE... PLACE... NOT GIVING AWAY WHAT IT IS... :D)
-Isa_Belle_Ringing
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Belle's P.O.V
The car stopped in front of a hospital, or a asylum, I don't know. Hospitals and asylums look the same to me. I can't believe my dad is doing this to me? What if I get memory loss, or more mental disorders? Does he not know the risks of this? I opened my door to get out, when my dad touched my shoulder so I get his full attention.
"Belle, I just need your thoughts on this.. whole situation. How are you feeling?" He asked with a awkward and nervous face.
"Dad, your not my therapist, plus the person or whatever will tell you anyways, I mean where are we?" I turn to look at my surroundings and it seemed like a movie. The perfect trees, and bushes, the white of the building is so pure, and extravagant. The willow trees swayed to the light breeze creating a bend for the direct sunlight. It's perfect here, except for my situation.
"Well... okay, but you need to say, and full honesty, to the therapists, okay?" He managed to say without giving himself a hemorrhage.
"Yes dad, if it makes you happy."
"Not to make me happy Belle, but you. I'm doing this for your own good."
"Dad, what do they do here? I mean, I get that it's a shock therapy home, but what exactly do they do here?" He just sighed and said "Let's go inside." I also sighed and got out of the car. We walked on the gravel and walked inside. It was tinted in here, but not completely dark. It had a grey setting, I suppose. We went to the front desk, to be met with a blond, middle-aged women. She looked at a list and said. "Marie Belle Hill?" My dad nodded and the woman said "Right this way." We followed down a dark hallway and she turned on the lights.
"The patients are at a movie right now in the day room." The woman said.
There's more people here? Well that's just lovely.
"Well, Belle, This is going to be your room for the week, so get comfortable." The woman said leading us to the last door down the hall."
She took out a key to open the door, so I know that they obviously lock the door, so patients don't get out. She opened it, and It was small, but fitted for one person. It was all white room, white twin bed with white sheets, and white blanket. The pillow was a shade of really light blue, and there was a three shelved shelf that is a foot from the ceiling. There is a window, but it looks to be bullet-proof... Or any-proof. There was also a steel door by the shelf, but I think that may be the bathroom. Outside I could see the trees swaying to the wind, and the sun is directly going into the room, making a shadow of the willow trees.
"You will have to get up at 9:00 A.M every morning for our sessions and lessons of how to solve and conduct these problems. You will get your breakfast when you wake up by pressing the button on the wall," She points to the wall where the button is. "you'll be served lunch at 12:30 in the afternoon, and dinner at 5. There is a library down the hall for when you want to read, but it's not available only when there is quiet time, which takes place into your room. There is also a time when you can't be in your room and be outside in the day room with everyone else. Everyday, you only are to go into the shock room everyday at 2:00 in the afternoon. Also you have to be in bed by 10, and no later. Of course, though, you can go to bed earlier then that. I think that is all. Do you have any questions?" I shook my head. "alright well, hope you get better." She smiled and left.
Well that went better then I thought. My dad put my bag of stuff on a shelf and looked around. We both went out of the room to see the day room. As the woman said, all of the people are in there, but they were all my age. I went to look at the front desk to see we are in the adolescence floor. of course, they wouldn't let crazy, depressed adults on the same floor as kids our age. They would probably say or do stuff that is disturbing to us kids.(B.T.W, Belle is 15) I went to go and meet the kids in the day room to be met with Kadin, Mary, Shinarah, and Brett. Kadin is a tall, lean, blonde boy who looks to be 13. Mary is a short, shy, brunette who looks to be maybe 15 or 14. Shinarah is a black haired, strong looking girl with dreads. Brett was a dirty blonde boy who looked really cocky, ans seemed to be my age.
Okay.. This is going to be a long week.
(SORRY THAT I DIDN'T WRITE MUCH, NOR DID I END IT THAT GOOD, BUT I AM GOING TO START WRITING THE NEXT CHAPTER NOW, SO DON'T WORRY, I GOT THIS WHOLE STORY UNDER CONTROL... *FALLS OFF MY CHAIR WHILE COUGHING* SO I HAVE THIS WHOLE STORY ALREADY THOUGHT OUT SO IT WILL BE PROBABLY BE A 20 CHAPTER KINDA BOOK. SO THANKS FOR THE READS SO FAR... LUV U ALL!)
-Isa_Belle_Ringing
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Shock Therapy
Romantizm*READ DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING STORY* A story of a girl named Belle who is heart broken, and hasn't gotten over the boy named Storm in 6 months. Storm played a game on her, as Storms best friend made him date Belle, as she was oblivious to tha...
