I was admitted to the closet ward today. The Baker Act is a real bitch. No matter how many times I say 'it won't happen again.' No matter how many time my mother screams with tears in her eyes 'SHE'S JUST SEVENTEEN FOR CHRIST'S SAKE.' No matter how many times my younger brother cries and begs for them not to take me, no matter how many times that he tells loves me so much, or that one day 'everything will be okay.'
The ward is called "The Blue and Gold Behavior Clinic." Did everyone think I was crazy? Am I crazy? What is wrong with me? My mother had to sign some papers so I could be admitted. Damn Baker Act and everything. I have at least 12 hours in a new kind of hell.
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I Just Wanna Die Sometimes
Teen FictionSo one day in a far off land, no. This isn't a cool fairy tale romance or some action movie where the main character saves the world. No bippity-boppity-boos for me. No transforming cars for me. All of our lives have a script, so what's yours? If yo...
