Forbidden Touch Of Safety

Chapter 1

"Welcome Luna" the lady behind the counter said to me.

I stared at her angrily, not saying anything.

"I know this may be so frightening for you." she told me. "But I promise it will be okay."

"No, it is not frightening for me." I corrected the woman. "But I am annoyed. Don't let my face fool you into thinking you, or this place of misery, has any scary effect on me whatsoever"

I didn't even know where I was.  I didn't know what state I was in.  All I know is that I was brought here against my will.

Yesterday morning, I was awoken by an unfamiliar voice. When I sat up I saw a man and a women dressed in white.

*flashblack*

"Wake up Luna" I heard a deep male voice say.

I didn't respond.

I heard it again.

"Wake up Shai" he repeated.

I jolted out of bed.

"What the fuck." I yelled angrily.

Wiping my eyes, I tried  consciously to wake up. After a few seconds, my eyes came in to focus. I saw a women and a man in front of me.  I wondered where the hell my mom was.

"Good morning Luna." the women spoke.  "My name is Maggie, and this is Felix, and we were asked to come here by your mom."

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Come here for what?"

I wondered again where my mom was.

"We are medical transporters here to transport you to a hospital to get you some help." Maggie said.

I looked at her with both confusion and annoyance.

"What...a hospital....what for....why?" I stuttered.

"We can not tell you where as of yet." Felix said. "But we can tell you why."

I waited impatiently for his explanation.

"I understand that you've had a hard time this year." Maggie said.  "You've been struggling with depression, some anxiety, and OCD."

I wondered how this was any of her business.

"We were also told you've been engaging in some self harm." she added

I looked at her, and pulled my sleeve down to hide the cuts.

"I've had a little bit of issues, but nothing serious." I told her.  "I am already in treatment here."

Right then my mom walked in 

"The treatment you are getting here is not working. " my mom said.

"Yes it is." I told her. "I have been doing better"

"Needing to take you to the hospital to get stitches on your leg is not what Iwould call getting better" my mom said. "The cutting is a problem."