Are You Going to Age with Grace?

Prologue

The white walls caved in around me like shadows on a cold evening. The woman walked toward me with a face that tried its hardest to be stone, but still showed a bit of pity.

She handed me a pen and a spiral notebook.

"What's this?" I asked her.

"It's a journal," she replied to me. "The therapist that works for this hospital suggested that you write down what's troubling you-"

"What's troubling me?" I cut her off in annoyance. "Being here is troubling me! There is nothing wrong with me; therefore, you doctors can't hold me here against my will!"

I tried getting off of my hospital bed, but I just became light headed in the process.

"You cannot leave," said the doctor, her voice was an icy winter breeze that made me shiver, "you're not allowed to leave until you are stable. You have scars all over your thighs and a few on your wrists, you constantly become dizzy, you have a history of suicide attempts, and a loved one of yours has just passed away recently. You might as well get comfortable because you won't be leaving any time soon."

She turned around to leave my room but stopped in the doorway.

"You know what might help get you out faster? The doctors here want you to write about whatever is on your mind right now in that notebook, so just write down everything. Everything that's happened to you up until you got here. Don't worry, they won't actually read it, but when they see how much you've written, they might let you out sooner. With scars like yours, I'm sure there's some stories you just wanna pour out onto paper," she gave me a pitiful smile and then left.

I guess the journal thing isn't a terrible idea, especially if I can get out sooner.

I opened up the journal and turned to the first page. I picked up the pen and wrote:

"May 11, 2008: the day I met Dan"

Sorry this doesn't make much sense, but this is the prologue and after this is gonna be Allie's entries into the journal :)