I See Him

Chapter 2- Small Hill

Small Hill. Two words. Two syllables.

It is by far the best and worst place I have ever been in. I hate it because people think only metal people go there but I love it because I can do whatever I want. 

It's school, but for people like me. Freaks. Parents send their kids here for 'help', Or they just can't afford a psychologist and you can get it for free here. But they don't know that you can not stop bullying. They don't know that just because you are called freak by everyone that it means that you are a freak.

No, but that's not why they send you here. They send you here because there is something wrong with you. There is nothing wrong with me but my dad finds everything wrong with me. He finds my hair, the way I walk, talk, eat, sleep, laugh, glare-Literally everything- wrong. My sister Kristen thinks I'm possessed. My mom us by far the most caring person I know and she knows that sending me to Small Hill won't change me. Because it won't. I will just stay the way I am.

My dad and sister got the theory that there is something wrong with me when I was 3. Just because I never hung out with other girls or played dolls. No. Instead of all that crap I stayed up in my bedroom talking to my imaginary friends.

My dad says that I played with knives and razors but he doesn't even pay attention to Kristen when she talks about breaking up with her boyfriend.

Which is a usual topic. I wish my dad would be 'normal'. Not the fucked up person he is. At least he stopped drinking.

Anyway. Small Hill. It has around 200 rooms all filled up to the top with boys and girls from ages 5-19. The building beside it called M.H -No one knows what it stands for- Has people from 20 and up.

We drive into a narrow lane that brings us out into a massive parking lot. My mom parks in front of the entrance to the old building abs turns around to face me.

"Are you ready, Ave?" She asks curiously.

"Well, I am happy to get away from Kristen. So yes" I answer and she laughs.

"Ave, listen. I'm picking you up on Wednesday okay? Wait here at four pm for ne won't you?" She says and cocks her head to the side.

I nod and she fails at attempting to kiss my cheek. I grab the bag and drag myself out of the car taking the bag with me. I walk through the black door without looking back. Marie who always stands in the door on mornings welcomes me back. I force a smile and walk faster to ny dorm. When I walk into my dorm I am relieved to see Emily, my best friend sitting on her bed with a book in her hands.

"Well" I say and her head shoots up.

She gets up and wraps her long arms around my body. I hug her back, she is the only person I hug. My psychologist, Ms Kirby, is also really nice but she knows and demands too much.

"How was your Weekend? When are you going home?" She asks two questions at a time making my head hurt.

"Bad. Wednesday" I answer and she frowns.

"I'm going home on Friday" She sighs and I smile.

I have knows her since we were 12-five years ago- and she is my best friend. Not counting Amanda or Ellie obviously. Ellie was there for me more times than Amanda but Emily knows how I feel.

Jack comes in and empties his bag on his bed. He then looks at Emily and then at me. He smiles and his cheeks flush a bright shade of red. Emily walks over to him and hugs him while he hugs her back. I have known Jack for 2 years and I don't blame his parents for sending him here. He tells people horrible things about their dead relatives and had panic attacks every few hours. They can last up to 2 hours.