"It's time for group, chick," Daisy, my roommate, says to me. "-and you might want to wash your face, you look horrible," she winks and walks out of the small room. This room could only hold two beds and a small bathroom, maybe even a bedside table.
I step into the bathroom, that holds a small mirror above a slightly rusted sink and a low quality toilet. Man, she was right, I look like hell. Makeup wasn't allowed in this hospital because "true beauty is the prettiest beauty," so I decide I'll just wash off my face and scrub it down with a rag to get all of the nightly crud left on my face.
"Won't you hurry up?" Maddox, a stuck up, annoying bitch who is a bit too impatient to be in the OCU (Overnight Care Unit) if you ask me, yells through my door frame.
"Shove it, Maddox!" I yell back. Footsteps echo through the hallway as she stomps off. I exit my room after my bed is made and close the door with a THUD.
"Welcome, Corey. Glad you could join us," Dr. Roy says. I roll my eyes and sit next to Daisy and Jack, a fellow suicidal being as myself.
"Would anyone like to share any dreams they had last night?" Dr. Roy asks us, plastering on a smile we all know is forced because as he says "Positivity is key!" and why would he go against his own motto? We all look around at each other's tired eyes, seeing no one raise their hands. Dr. Roy continues to smile.
"Alright! Let's wake up sleepyheads!" he says through a thin raspy voice. I guess he went home last night to another shitty outburst from his wife. He talks about his problems a lot, too. We all groan in unison as if we were controlled by robots.
"Is it breakfast time yet?" Maddox whines.
"Again Maddox, shove it. No one wants to hear your whiney ass complain," I shoot back. She glares at me and fiddles with her glued on nails.
"Language, Miss Pritchard," Dr. Roy says, still grinning, probably dying internally. I roll my eyes tiredly. "-and no it's not breakfast yet, Maddox," he continues. Jack looks over at me and smiles as if he knows what I'm thinking. But Jack being Jack, he does know. "Whiney prick." We both laugh quietly and continue our group session.
"I had a dream last night," Daisy speaks up. Dr. Roy smiles again.
"Please share!" Daisy smirks at me and Jack, knowing something idiotic was coming.
"I was in a forest and found a fuck ton of weed plants, dude. It was amazing. Talk about being disappointed to wake up," she laughs and snorts. Jack and I smile at her and then shift our gaze to Dr. Roy's face.
"Now Daisy, we're here for recovery, not relapsing." Daisy scoffs and dismisses him.
"Is it breakfast yet?" Maddox complains, once again. Dr. Roy checks his watch and smiles again.
"Yes ma'am. Everyone line up!" Maddox lifts her chin up as though she's accomplished something. The only thing she accomplished was making herself seem like more of a prick than she already was. Jack, Daisy and I line up together in the back behind many other patients looking drab.
"I can't take another one of these horrible breakfasts. They make me sick," I say. Daisy stares at me.
"Dude, all food makes you sick," she points out. I glare at her and continue walking down the crooked hallways to the cafeteria. Time for another useless attempt for the staff to try and make me eat. They know I'll just throw it back up if they force me. I guess one day they'll stop trying.
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Recovery Group~
Roman pour Adolescents"we got to get out of here, danny, don't you want an adventure?" I smile, wide eyed. he just looks at me and nods, afraid that i'll break if he says no. *** corey is a young sixteen year old girl...
