She was brought into the bathroom when she arrived here away. Separated from the children, two counselors were in there with her, holding up a huge towel so they wouldn’t see anything when she took off her clothes. “Do I really have to do this? I don’t have anything, I swear.”
“I’m sorry, honey,” one of the counselors said, “ but you do.”
Lace took a deep breath and started to strip down.
Slut.
Whore.
Emotion.
Specifically sadness.
Sadness.
Sadness.
Don’t let them see you cry.
Her eyes were heavy with water. It was weighing her eyes down. She took her hand and swiped it across the eyes.
Don’t let them break you.
“Okay… I’m ready.”
They dropped the towel.
Even though she was in the paper scrubs that they told her to wear, she was naked. They could see her, her emotions, her sadness How vulnerable she was.
They checked up and down her arms and legs.
“Show us your arms please?” they asked.
Lace showed them her two forearms. Check.
“Other side please.”
Lace slowly turned her wrist over. They looked at her as if they were expecting as much. They were.
“How did this happen?
“How do you think it happened?” Lace snapped back angrily.
“Do you think you’re a danger to the staff her?”
Lace shook her head.
“Do you think you’re a danger to yourself here?”
Well of course she was. Even without anything sharp, her thoughts hurt her more than any blade could.
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In my own little world.
Historia CortaLace is a girl going through a troubled time in her life. She's dealing with so many things and just trying to get through it day by day. The story starts off at her in a mental facility after an implied suicide attempt. Author Note: I hope you all...
