Can I Survive (Slowly writing)

Chapter Two

I woke up the next morning and heard the nurses moving around in the halls signaling that in about a half hour they would start their morning rounds. I slowly got of bed being careful of my legs and grabbed a pair of light blue jean shorts, a sweat shirt and a matching bra and underwear and throw it in my morning bag before I walked out of the room.

After being here for two week the nurses got used to my morning routine and know when I'm getting my shower. I know your thinking 'why the hell would they need to know that?'. Well because if I'm wearing shorts I need to shave and I'm not allowed to use a razor unless a nurse is in the bathroom watching me. Just like I'm not allowed to have shoes with laces in them or a book because I could cut myself with the paper.

I walked into the bathroom with a nurse following me and turned on the water hot enough it would numb my skin. After having to shower naked in front of at least 10 different nurses I don't really care anymore and they don't either.

After I was done my shower I got dressed and the nurse wrapped my legs in a bandage before walking out of the bathroom with me following.

Putting my clothes in a basket I walked out of my room and listened to the other patients. Groaning from the teens ward, which I was lucky enough to be placed in because I just turned 18, screaming from the adult ward because if your an adult in this crazy place your really screwed up and laughing children a few halls over.

I will never get over Chris's face after I woke up. Regret, sadness, fear, every emotion possible flooded through his eyes like a hurricane getting ready to hit until he finally crawled into my arms and cried. He cried like a baby and kept mumbling things about how sorry he was and how happy he was that I was alive. It still flashed through my mind to this day, exactly three months later.

I've been in this place for 26 days, 26 long days of nothing but screaming, crying, weight checks, pills, calories, card games, and nurses.

Meeting new people has never been a good thing for me. I always end up hurting them or screwing myself over but I've meet a few nice people here in the crazy house but none I'll ever see again. Most of them live a few states over and are only here because their family has money and they want 'the best'.

Kyle is 18 and he's here because of addiction to drugs, everything in the book and stuff I've never even hear of. He's a nice guy though if you count out the fact that he can't control his anger. Although he's very attractive. Electric blue eyes and dark brown hair, along with his killer body he's the definition of perfect.

I know what your thinking though, 'what about Chris?'. Well, I told him to never talk to me again and gave him the finger as they were driving me away in the ambulance to come here. Funny to watch actually. Seeing his face contort to all different emotions then to just confusion.

Now I'm free. Well, except for the fact that I'm stuck in a mental hospital.

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Next chapter will be posted on Saturday.

I'm going to start posting a chapter every Wednesday and Saturday but because I posted today the next chapter will be posted Saturday unless I write an extra chapter.

Also, if you want the chapters to be longer let me know and I'll try my best.

Thanks!

Bridget 💕