Shattered & Broken

Chapter 12

I wake up to the sound of crying, a pukeish scent, and arms around me.

I cough and sit up.

"Jack?" I ask looking up.

"Trin! Oh my god trin!" He cries squeezing me.

"What smells?" I ask.

"Your puke, i made you throw them up, i didnt know if it would work" he says brushing the hair out of my face.

"You didnt need to save me" i say getting off the floor.

"Trin you were going to die!" He says.

"You shouldve let me" i say laying down on the bed. I realize where we are, Jacks room.

"You think i would let the only person i love die?!" He asks.

"Oh really? Im the only person you love? Tell that to Bella" i say about to walk out but he pushes me against the wall.

"I was high Trin! your not the only depressed person around! Yeah i smoke, im suicidal, and sometimes, i cut too" he says showing me his arms.

He didnt need to say anymore. I stare him in the eyes, trying not to let the tears fall.

"I love you Trin" he says in a shaky voice.

I press my lips against his.

"How did you know?" I ask.

"I read the note, im not an idiot" he says.

Then we start hearing sirens outside.

I carefully walk out of the house to see whats going on. The paramedics and the cops.

"We were called because of a suicide attempt" the officer says.

"Uh yes" jack says.

"Well where are they?" He asked.

"It was her sir but i took care of it" jack says.

But then two officers lift me up and carry me to a cop car.

"Jack!!" I cry.

"What are you doing to her?" He asks.

"We got a request to send her to an institute" the officer says.

"Institute? Like mental institute?!" Jack asks and the officer nodded.

"Whos requested it?!" He asks.

"Laura Jones?" The officer says.

My own mother is selling me out to a nut house. To actually think for a moment she cared about me.

Then they start to drive me away.

"NO!!! JACK HELP!! PLEASE!!!" I scream.

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They handcuff my hands together as they check me in. It isnt like i killed anyone except my self i mean im not some kind of disgusting murderer.

"Trinity jones" the guy says and a lady shows me to the room.

There are screams and noises everywhere its like im the only normal one.

I get in my room and grit my teeth. Someone uncuffs me.

"Your first support group meets in an hour" she tells me.

Support group. Great. Just to make me kill myself even more.

I decide to get up and roam the halls. I look in the rooms to see screaming people, shaking on their beds in a curled position. Until i see a group of semi normal kids.

"Hey, im Andrew" says one of the taller boys.

"Trin," i say.

"So whatchya in here for?" He asks.

"Suicide attempt. You?" I ask.

"Same" he says and i nod.

"So are you guys the only non nut jobs around here?" I ask and he nods.

"Pretty much" he says pulling out a pack of cigarettes, "want one?"

I nod and he hands me the cigar and lighter.

"Guys this is Trin, she seems pretty cool" he says to them.

They all greet me and tell me their names.

Then theres a bell.

"Well guess like its support group time, you coming?" Andrew asks and i nod.

I see a farmiliar person as i walk in and its Jack. A smile lights up my face as he sits down next to me.

"What are you doing here?" I whisper.

"This group isnt only for crazy lunatics" he says and i roll my eyes.

"So you come every week?" I ask and he nods and i smile even bigger.

"Well for all you new people, im Mr.Beckman and im the counseler" he says and we all nod.

A bunch of new kids start stating their names then it comes to me.

"Um... Hey... Im uh... Trin and uhm... Im 17" i say.

"Trin, tell us why your in here" Mr.Beckman says.

"Well i mean i guess im in here because i attempted suicide but whatever" i say.

A small laugh comes from Jack and i elbow him hard.

"So you seem to know Jack pretty well" he says.

"Yeah because hes the only thing i have" i say and aw's come from around the room and i roll my eyes.

"Was he the one that saved you" he asks my and i nod, this time allowing a smile to slip across my face.