A Dead Girl

Chapter 7 The Hospital

Dads funeral was today and I'm pretty shaken over it. Mom didn't show up and he didn't really know a lot of people so the funeral felt kind of empty. I feel numb and can't cry about it for whatever reason.

So today is also the day I get admitted into the hospital. Today is just a really sad and empty feeling day.

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"Hello I'm Jamie, what's your name" A nurse said.

"Scarlett"

"Ok Hi Scarlett I'll be taking care of you and watching you while your here"

"Whatever"

"First I'm going to need your bag"

"Why"

"So we can do a check to make sure there's nothing dangerous in it."

"Whatever go ahead"

"These checks will happen once a week randomly"

"Well that's great to know"

"While I give this to the bag check people I'll show you around"

The rest was pretty boring she just should me the cafeteria, the bathrooms, and some other places. After she finally left me alone to do my own thing I immediately started looking for the exits.

There's two in the front one on the side and two in the back. My best bet is the one on the side. It's the least guarded and I know my escape route. And if I don't get out by Saturday I'm killing myself here.

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When the nurse can back to me she gave me a diary and said to write whatever I feel.

"I don't use diaries"

"Just try it"

"Why so you can go snooping around in it and tell your bosses what I wrote in an attempt to keep me here longer"

"Well that's a very detailed explanation as to why I want you to write in this diary but very incorrect"

I rolled my eyes knowing whatever she was about to tell me was going to be some bullshit.

"Writing will help you feel better and it's a better coping mechanism instead of cutting"

"Oh really have you ever cut yourself?"

"No but I know it's-"

I cut her off. See what I did there.

"So then you don't know how it feels. You're so quick to say what I'm doing wrong but haven't taken a moment to look at yourself"

She just stared at me.

"By the way I'm not writing in your stupid diary"

I walked away to my room and sat contemplating what I just said. I felt a little bad because it was her job but I wasn't having any of her crap.

Then my door flew open and a oddly cheery girl walked in.

"Hi I'm Wendy!"

"Uhh hi?"

"So what are you in here for"

"Trying to kill myself, running from the cops, cutting, and cursing at my social worker and purging"

"Wow that's a lot. I'm here for attempting suicide multiple times and trying to kill my mom!"

I just looked at her.

"It's fine I've been here for months and I think the treatments are working"

"So your not still homicidal?"