Becoming Bone (ON HOLD TO REWRITE)

Chapter 2

Jace's Pov.

I'm sitting in the waiting room in a rock hard chair. Nothing about this room was comforting. I saw the nurses chatting around the corner. My mom was meeting with the doctor. And all I get to do is wait. Eventually my mom and the doctor come out together.

"Jace, you're allowed to leave now, with your mother. She'll explain everything to you." then he turns to my mother. "Ms. Dylan, I'll be seeing you there." he says. I don't know where 'there' is but I'm just glad I get to leave. Me and mom walk out to the car and she pulls out and starts driving home.

"Jace." she says

"Ya mom?" I ask her.

"Me and Dr. Sunn discussed the plan for you, as I assume you expected." she tells me.

"Yeah, so what's the plan? " I ask. She take in a deep breath before continuing.

"We talked and agreed that it'd be best for you're to be treated." she says.

"Okay, so like a group or outpatient or something?" I ask. I don't really want to go to either but I'll just agree to it and then not go.

"Or something. We decided to send you to inpatient. There was a bed open at the Terrence House so...." she trailed off.

"Inpatient?" I ask. "Like a mental hospital?"

"No, not a mental hospital. It's a house." she informs me.

"What? You can't do this. You can't just send me away!" I yell at her. Now I'd be happy to take an outpatient offer. Hell, I'd even actually go.

"I'm not sweetie. This, this is for the best. For all of us. For you." she says. No. No. No. No. I can't believe this. I can't believe she's sending me away. I'm gonna get fatt, well fatter.

"No. I'm not going. You're just trying to send me away so you don't have to deal with!" I shout at her.

"You know that's not true. I want you to get better but I can't help you get there. These people can." she says to me

"Please. I can't." I say desperately.

"Why?" she asks.

"I can't. I just can't. Please mom. Please don't make me go. I'll do better, I promise. I'll do outpatient if you want. Please." I beg. I see tears fill her eyes.

"I'm sorry." is all she says. I stay silent for the rest of the ride, tears running down my face. When we get home mom tells me to pack for a while. I do. I pack a month's worth of everything in two duffle bags and my notebooks, drawing pads and utensils, my phone and other things to keep me occupied in my backpack.

We get in the car and start driving. Mom tries to talk to me but I ignore her, put in my headphones and stare out the window. After about an hour we pull into a driveway to a building that halfway looks like a house and halfway looks like an office. I grab my stuff and mom tries to help but I shrug her off. We knock and and a lady opens the door.

"You must be Ms. Dylan. And you must be Jace." she says turning to me. She sticks her hand out her hand but I just stare at it. She retracts it and keeps the smile on her face. "Come on in." she say stepping out of the doorway to let us in. A few guys sit in the living room and stare at me when I come in. I hear a gasp and someone say.

"Oh my god! He's tiny." another hushed voice says.

"I wish I made it to that size." someone else says.

"Lucky."

"Boys." the lady says sternly. She faces me and my mom again. "I'm Carol. It's nice to meet you." I ignore the rest of their conversation until they say my name.