My Crazy Little Mind

Chapter 3

We walked down a hallway to another locked door and after that we came to one more. Finally we reached the cafeteria. It was actually really nice. It looked like a little café. We got in line and grabbed our trays. we had waffles this morning. They gave us plastic spoons and forks.

I kept to myself and ate quietly. I was still tired from the night before.

After everyone was done eating they collected our plastic spoons and forks and made us dump our trays. I liked the food so far. It was one of the first cooked meal I have had in a while.

The man guided us through the locked doors and back to our unit. He pulled me aside.

"My name is Darius." he was a chubby black guy. I got a good vibe off of him. "I'm one of the staff that will work to take you between therapy sessions. Just don't try anything and we won't have a problem."

"Well Darius I'm Brooklyn. Respect me and I'll respect you." I said in a friendly tone

"I think you'll do just fine here."

"Thanks." I replied.

Then we walked over to join the group of troubled kids like myself to go over our goals for the day. We had to have a written goal which we wrote in our journal they provided us, and a mental goal. Everyone shared with the group what their goals were. When they got to me I just said I'd write a letter to my mom and think positive thoughts.

As soon as that session was over my counselor came and got me to go to her office, while everyone else was going to some kind of group therapy.

"Damn I'm going to miss all the fun." I said very sarcastically

"Well I'd like to get to know you better, considering we didn't talk much last night." She smiled.

I sat down in a chair in front of her desk. I really didn't know what to say so I just stayed quiet.

"Brooklyn my name is Jessica and I'm here to help get you stable."

"Well Jessica when the hell am I going to be able to leave." I said

"Well your case is so different so I don't really know."

Different? what's that supposed to mean. I shouldn't even be here! I feel fine! I'm not suicidal or homicidal.. I'm not crazy!

"What are you thinking. Your awfully quiet." She finally said

"How am I different?"

"You tell me." she said

Then she took me back to the group therapy. I wondered why I was different. I know I had anger issues but not drastically different. Maybe they are.. I don't know.