(Still undecided)

Tyler's POV

I woke up in a fog.
I felt slightly disoriented and confused, and honestly thought I was home in my bed.
I thought for a moment that I was just having a hard time waking up from a deep sleep, but then I started to remember things and instantly knew where I was.

I can't believe I managed to land myself in here!

It's not necessarily unbelievable or out of character for me, unfortunately, but I thought I had more control...

Who am I kidding? Nothing is in my control anymore, and it hasn't been for awhile now.
Not since he showed up...

I remember swearing to my parents that it would never happen again, and begging them to believe me, but it wasn't the first time so I can't blame them for not believing it would be the last.

I just wanted to feel something, anything. I was sick of constantly being numb, and it was a desperate attempt to make the numbness go away and to make the voices stop.

A light knock at the door brought me out of my thoughts.

'Come in,' I said softly.

A Doctor walked in carrying a clipboard containing my files, and paper to take notes on. She sat down in the chair next to my bed.

"Good morning Tyler, did you sleep well?" She asked.

I shrugged. 'I guess.'

"How are you feeling?"

I shook my head and let out a deep sigh, 'Hopeless; like my own life isn't even in my control. In shock that I managed to end up here, again. I thought I was doing better and then...'
I stopped, knowing that if I finished that sentence it would only prolong my stay here. I just wanted to go home.

"And then what, Tyler?" she urged, sounding concerned. "Are the voices back?"

I stayed silent for a minute, hesitating and assessing the situation.

She started writing something down, and I knew I needed to hurry and say something.

'I'm just disappointed in myself,' I shrugged and continued,
'I really thought, or hoped, that last time would really have been the last time. No surprise though, here I am again.'

"Do you not believe things can get better?"

I forced a weak smile instead of answering. 'I'm assuming it's time for breakfast?'

She wrote down some more notes, closed the book and looked up at me.

"

A nurse will be in here with your medications, and then you can head to the cafeteria for breakfast."

'I get to go out for breakfast? They aren't bringing it to my room today?' I asked, surprised.

She stood up and smiled sweetly, "You are exhibiting true signs of self reflection, and regret, you're thinking clearly, and I truly believe you want to get better. Keeping you locked in a room isn't going to help that. Just make sure you attend group meeting after breakfast though, and as long as you cooperate like I know you will, you won't have to stay couped up in here alone anymore. You're strong Tyler; I am confident you are going to be just fine."