Day 1.
I walk out of the hospital feeling happy that I'm finally getting out, but when I see bags in the back of the car I get worried.
"Mom? Why are bags in the back of the car?" I ask my single mother. My dad left us when I was 12. But why would he stay anyways? I'm a no good-
Breath Ronnie
"Just get in the car Ronnie," she said trying to avoid the question.
"No mom! Not until you answer me!" I yell. I hear her sigh as her hand grabs the handle. She digs in her purse and pulls out a brochure and hands it to me.
"I'm taking you to a treatment facility. The doctor says it would be wise for you to go." My mouth drops open.
"Are you fucking kidding me? You're taking me to a mad house? I'm not insane! I just want to go home! I don't need to go!" I yell growing even more frusturated.
"Yes you do! You just tried to kill yourself Veronica! You need help!" I give her a disgusting state and walk around the car.
"Don't fucking call me that." I slam the car door, and tears start to blur my vision.
She hates you. That's why she's doing this.
I shake away the voices and plug in my headphones to listen to music the whole way there.
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My mom tries to help me with my bags but I tell her to stop and that I've got them. A lady meets us at the door and opens it for me. Some other people take my bags and search through them. For like anything I could kill myself with probably.
"Why would there be anything in there I could harm myself with if I didn't pack the bags?" They give me a look and I shrug my shoulders.
While they finish going through my bags, the lady from the front desk hands me a schedule and a list of rules.
"Just read them in your room later because you only have 5 minutes to say goodbye." I nod and look at my mom. She's not upset at all. She just looks at me with a blank stare and says that this will help me and things like that. Then she leaves.
I roll my eyes and take my stuff to my room that I get all to myself. Which is great. I decide to get the list of rules out first to read.
1. No touching anyone else.
2. No sharp objects.
3. No skipping group unless very sick and the nurse gives you a pass or the doctor says it's okay.
4. No skipping school unless very sick and the nurse gives you a pass.
5. No leaving the building unless someone gives you a pass.
I sigh. "This is ridiculous," I mumble.
Schedule
7:30 am- Lights on.[have 30 minutes to get ready for breakfast.]
8:00 am- Breakfast [get meds after]
9:00 am- Morning Group [sorted by age]
10:00 am- School[sorted by age]
12:30 pm- Lunch
1:30 pm- Private Therapy [Dr. Malerie]
2:30 pm- Free time
4:00 pm- Afternoon Group [Same group as morning]
5:00 pm- Dinner [get meds after]
6:00 pm- Free time
9:00 pm- Lights out.
This seems more like a prison than a treatment facility. I sat the papers down and look around the room. I just start crying.
I bring my knees to my chest and bury my head in them. Finally, I put my sheets and blankets on my bed and climb into them, falling asleep.
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Mad House|l.h(Book 1-)
Fanfiction"Isn't that why we're here? We're all insane." He said a smirk forming on his lips.
