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Where am I? What am I doing here? As I reach for my iPhone on the metal tray above my head, there's a tug on my arm. Screaming in pain as I jerk the needle squirting my crimson blood everywhere.
Half a dozen nurses rush in the white room holding me down. What do I do now? I thought.
"Calm down miss or I'll have to put you under again," the nurse with red hair and a tag saying Maria says. She starts whispering about the ocean in my ear relaxing my body.
"Where am I? Why am I here?" I questioned.
"You overdosed last night on pills so your in Woodridge."
"What's Woodridge?"
"Well Dustyn, Woodridge is the place where people go for help as in your case suicide attempts. Most people come here for suicide so this isn't rare. don't worry you can see our other patients tomorrow and you'll be home in a week." she said reassuring.
~next day~
"Hi I'm Tom. I'm here seeking help so I can get my daughter, Claire, back. She was took away from my household because I was strung out doing dope." A tall, stocky man quietly said to our support group.
"Your turn miss." The leader pointed to me.
"Hi I'm Dustyn. I'm here because I overdosed on pills. Not really sure why I did it. I don't even remember doing it. Maybe this group will help me become a better person and stop doing drugs." I smiled with tears. I still can't even tell myself why I took all those pills. Was it the stress of taking care of my nine month old sister? Only if my mom would have took care of her instead of partying everyday and coming home for only enough time to shower and leave once again. I was stuck at the age of 16 taking care of my baby sister California. My mom only was home long enough to recover from the birth of California and left her with me. I have to work two jobs just to support her and pay the bills. My first job is at Ryan's as a waitress and my second job, as much as I hate it I'm a stripper. It's not as bad as you think honestly. You only work for about ten minutes on a pole then you act as a waitress for the rest of the night. It's not too bad it's just the thought of drunk men looking at my body.
