Lovely - michael clifford

Chapter 1

Michael's POV

I stood in front of the clinic I would soon be calling home. It's kinda funny how life could be smooth sailing, and then at an instant the exact opposite. My dad sent me here because my doctor diagnosed me with schizophrenia. It's not like I want to kill anyone, I just sometimes have panic attacks and hear voices. The voices don't tell me to do anything bad, most of the time, they just say weird things sometimes. For instance, they will tell me what to order off the menu at restaurants, or what the answer to a question on a test is. It's mostly just that.

But if I don't listen to them, then that is when they get angry. If the voices get angry, they start telling me to do bad things, like "Tell your mother you hate her." Or, "Fail that text just to make your dad angry."

The clinic that I'm going to be staying at for god knows how long, is called Shady Shores. It's not old, but it's not very new. It's located in Sydney, Australia. It's supposed to be one of the best clinics ever (I highly doubt that) so my dad sent me here.

The only thing I was excited about was leaving school, but excitement

soon vanished when my father told me that they had an educational program that is just like a regular school.

I walked through the wooden doors, and was greeted by a tall woman in a pan suit. She was way to over dressed, and had too much makeup on.

"Hi, I'm Beth. You'll have a great time here!" she explained.

Bullshit.

"Uh, okay? So where is my room?"

"Follow me." She explained.

I followed her up a set of stairs and she led me to a room that was at the beginning of a long hallway of other rooms. She opened the door and told me if I need anything to just ask. I started unpacking my stuff and I soon was done.

I went downstairs to look around. The clinic wasn't fancy, but it wasn't trashy. It was just normal. Almost all the walls were maroon or beige. And the furniture was middle class. Everyone around me looked my age. They all looked like they were in high school, like me. I'm 17, and everyone else looked around the same age. At least I could hopefully make some friends, if I play my cards right.