"Fiona Lillen." The women said to my mom, father, and I with question.
"Yes." My mom said with a large smile.
"Nurse Cassandra will be taking care of you." She said reading over my file. "She tried to kill herself?"
"Yes." My mom said nodding.
"Says here she was caught cutting and trying to make herself throw up."
"Once and I am not bulimic. I just wanted to skip school. This is crazy! I'm not insane." I said standing in front of the counter trying to get someone to listen.
"Sign these documents." The women said in her pitchy grandma voice.
"Any questions?"
"Why the fuck am I here?" I said not caring about how loud I was.
"Fiona." A women said standing to the side of me so I couldn't see her.
"Frankie. My name is Frankie." I barked moving to look at her.
"My apologies Frankie, I'm Cassie. Ready to say bye to you parents?" Cassie asked politely. She answered as if I want her first or last whiny defiant patient.
I let out a sigh realizing this was it. I turned to my dad giving him one more whimper. "Bye dad." I said softly.
"Frankie, I'll visit okay." He said.
I bent down for a hug breathing in his vanilla bean lotion before turning on my heels ignoring my god forsaking mom.
"I'm ready." I said to Cassie.
She put her hand on my back leading me down a hall. There were rooms lined across from each other the whole way. We got to an elevator and she pressed a dark blue button stepping aside.
"Look, I'm here to help you through you transition from outsids world to-"
"Looney pin." I muttered.
"More like hospital." She said with a smile.
"Okay." I said not able to hate her for trying. Once the elevator opened we both got in.
"The second floor is boys only. Third girls, fourth dinning/library and bathrooms, fourth is for the Therapy sessions 6 is the upper lever."
"What does upper level mean?" I asked.
"For the more mentally ill or older."
"How long will I be here?" I asked expecting her to say week.
"A trial stay is a month." She said.
"3 weeks." I said almost crying.
"It breezes by I promise. Because you're not too bad you'll have a roomate."
"So I have to piss and shower with others and share a bedroom. Such a upgrade." I said the ending to myself.
"You can always prove you are an upper level and get a private bathroom and shower time. Plus each level has a bathroom but it has no showers and only for one person."
"Thanks for the advice." I mumbled.
"Look, Frankie if there is any issue I can help you." She said the elevator doors opening.
I grabbed onto my suitcase handle dragging it across the tile flooring. "Okay every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday is your group therapy session, and Sunday is your private therapy session. Unless do you want church services?"
"I'd rather not." I said. "Room 207b." She said putting a key into the key hole. The key only opened the bars. "Chelsea?" Cassie called out. "I'm opening the door."
The door opened to a blonde with long beautiful hair and a sweet face. "Fiona?" She questioned.
"Frankie." I announced.
"Okay cool. The bed on the left is yours."
"Thanks." I said walking in.
"Well, you two bound. I have to put in paperwork." Cassie said leaving.
"So, Frankie is there a reason you hate Fiona?"
"It sounds way too proper. Anymore questions?" I mumbled opening my suitcase on my tough new bed.
"What do you like?"
"Girls." I said slowly not knowing how else I could answer that.
"You're lesbian?" She said slightly shocked.
"Yeah, don't worry your not my type."
"It's fine gays are totally accepted here." She said oddly. " In that case I'm a light sleeper and sometimes I scream at night but Mr. Langs has it under control."
"Scream?"
"PTSD." She said with a weak smile.
"Oh, I am just a accidentally placement. Nothing I do at night."
"Well, if you are a accidentally placement you'll most likely be gone by Friday, but if a Nurse has paperwork on you then better get comfortable at Hotel Madness!" She said her hands sprawled out a large grin pulling her lips upperward.
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I sat with Nurse Cas as she went through my stuff.
"No wires, No jewelry."
"Wait! I need that. How am I suppose to function without a bra."
"The hospital offers sports bras."
"What the hell is wrong with a bra?"
"Wires inside of it you could use to hurt yourself with."
I furrowed my brows thinking why someone would stoop so low, but I couldn't judge since no matter what: I was still in a looney pin.
After Nurse Cas and I's search I was left with two pairs of baggy sweatpants, many shirts, flimsy sports bras, and beltless jeans.
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Insanity
Teen Fiction"What is a normal person?" I asked thinking back to my therapy session. "An unreal idea." Ian said bluntly. "Not us." Chelsea laughed. "Something rational." Luke shrugged. "So that makes us...irrational realistic ideas." I said with a weak smile. Ia...
