depression // l.h

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the road winded as we turned the corner. 

"where are we going?" i ask.

my parents were both unresponsive.

i shook my mothers shoulder.

"honey," she paused a tear in her eye "you'll be fine." 

we turned down the winding road when i saw a big brick building. 

i saw what the sign had said. 

"a hospital?! but im not sick!!" i whine as we park and they drag me from my seat. 

they practically push me into the building.

i could only bring clothes, and my mother had already packed that for me. 

"why am i here?" i ask my father.

"its for your own good." i frowned at him.

why was this happening.

my head filled with worries in thoughts when a nurse took my arm and guided me away from my parents. i stood in front of the desk as she went back into her seat behind the desk. 

"why am i here?" i ask her. 

she looks up at me, "so you can get better baby doll." 

"now, whats your name darling?" she hand her fingers hovering over the rows of the computer keys. 

"blake." i said.

she knew my last name, fuck i bet she knew who i was. 

a sticky sheet printed and she put it on a hospital bracelet. 

she grabbed my wrist and hooked on the bracelet.

then other nurse came and led me to my room. 

she opened a door, revealing a blonde-haired boy sitting on his bed throwing a ball at the wall.

"oh sorry, wrong door!" the nurse said and closed it. 

for one half of a second we made eye contact.

she opened the one next to his, revealing a girl.

she was sitting on her bed reading a magazine. 

she had dark straight hair and bags under her eyes, probably from the lack of sleep. 

her hands and arms were bruised in places. 

"adelyn, this is your new roommate, blake." 

she pushed me in the room and shut the door. 

i gripped my bag as she stared down at her magazine.

she finally looked up at me, her grey eyes like daggers.

"isn't blake a boys name?" she said standing up.

i looked at her as she fixed something.

"i like you, even though you don't really talk.." she exclaimed.

"i do talk." i say resting my bag on my bed. 

there was some silence for a couple minutes.

"your hair is cool." 

i locked my finger around my dark purple hair, tugging it gently.

i gave a nod.

"so why are you here?" i question.

"depression." i let out a sigh for she was worse than me.

"what about you?" adelyn asked.

"suicidal."