What If

New Day, New Year, New Life

Tristan.

Today is the day that I finally leave. I have been living in the hellhole that is Watson Institution.

I've been living at Watson for almost a year now. Ever since my Mom found the box. The box that contained the numerous amounts of papers that were littered with dark content.

Which was, to put it simply, my thoughts.

I had written down my darkest moments, all of which I am ashamed of.

Watson Institution is dreadful. It's basically a boarding school for suicidal and depressed kids, who are trapped in the infinite, degrading cycle that is their life. Yeah, I guess Watson has helped me, I'm not constantly thinking of the impending doom or anything like that anymore.

But my screwed up perspective on life is pretty much, if not more, the same. But I'm hoping that changes today.

I'm ready to start new. I've decide today is the day the slate gets wiped clean. No more darkness, constant anxiety, and no more wondering what the point in life is.

My light at the end of the tunnel is finding the true meaning of life.

I just hope the nightmares don't put a curtain over it.

"I'm gonna miss you." Ginger tells me, as I turn to put the last of clothes in my suitcase.

"I'll visit." I say, not turning around. She knows me and my nightmares.

"And come back here? No, you made it. When I met you, you were on the bridge and now you're already on the other side." I hear the smile in her voice. Callie, the group and individual therapist always uses that expression. Seriously, everyday.

I turn around and hug her tight. We let go and she pushes a piece of my brown hair behind my shoulder.

"You'll do good. You're strong like that." she says to me.

I pick up my suitcase and walk to the door. Before I open it and leave this horrible room I say, "See you on the other side." and walk out.

"Are you ready Tristan?" my mother asks me, both her hands on my shoulders. I nod quickly and give her a quick smile. We put my meagre belongings in her vehicle and get in. As she starts the engine and backs out of the parking lot, I look at the huge grey and blue building and feel the slate be swept clean.

I look out the window and feel a tear slide down my cheek. I quickly wipe the tear away because I am stronger now. So much stronger than ten months ago. This is a new day, new year, new life.

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Really short and basic. Whoopsies. Not too sure about the storyline so I'm making it up as I go pretty much. It'll get better I promise!

- Julie