The Self-Harmed

~Home Sweet Recovery Home.~

The Nurse helped me into a wheel chair and Clara pushed me out of the room, and ran me down the hall almost knocking down three nurses, a blood bag cart, and an old man with a cane.

"I'm not your roommate anymore by the way."
"What?" I looked up. "Why? Who is?"

"They moved you to the suicide wing. And everyone over there gets their own room."

"You'll still visit me right?"

"The suicide wing scares me."

"You'll be with me though."

"I'll try okay? If I can get Ryder to walk me down there."

"So Are you friends now?"

"I wouldn't say friends. I'd say Chummy."

"Where is he anyways?"

"He had a meltdown this morning so He had to stay there. They had to sedate him."

"Well is he okay? Can He have visitors?"

"He's okay, and He'll be out by the time we get there."

"Okay." Dad said coming over. "All the papers are signed."

"I'm free?"

"Your free." He smiled, "Well, as free as someone in your situation can be.

"Her har." I glared at him making him smile again.

He helped me out of the wheel chair and we walked to the car, were mom had it running. Clara and I got into the back and Dad got into the front. When We got into the Lobby of the school the kids where whispering and looking.

"Don't let them bother you." Clara muttered, slipping her hand into mine.

Ryder moved away from the crowd and pulled me into a hug.

"Stop looking!" He yelled. "You want me to have another melt down?"

With that everyone was quick to leave.

"You okay?"

"Yes."

Ms. Maggie came into the Lobby, "Hi Charlie, I'm Ms. Maggie, I'm the nurse in the suicide wing. I'll be showing you to your room."

She put her arm around me and led me down the hall. I looked back at Ryder, who was talking to my Parents.

"Now don't worry. We made sure to move all of your things. Your trunk got went through. It had to."

"I understand."

"Then maybe you'll be my easy child."

I smiled.

"Welcome to the suicide wing." A Seductive female voice said, from behind a cracked bedroom door. "Where all your nightmares come true."

"That's just Ayelie." Maggie shut the bedroom door. "Don't mind her."

She walked across the hall, and opened the door across from Ayelie's, "This will be your room. You don't get a lock, Checks will be every three hours, and every Sunday you'll have a room check. Your groups are the same, and your One on one with the Doctor will start on Mondays. Your Doctor did change along with your wing. You'll still stay in the self harm group, but you'll be with a suicide Therapist."

"Thanks."

"Sure." She nodded and went down the hall.

I went into the room and closed the door. My bedding was on the bed already, along with my things. At least my bedding didn't change. I set the trunk on the floor and took off my shoes. I lifted the padding and there was my blade. They still hadn't found it. Good. I pulled out some paper put in my ear buds and sat on my bed.

*Owen,

I tired it, but it didn't work 'cause I wouldn't be writing this. I Just felt alone. I didn't have anyone, so why be alive you know? Now I feel what you and Lucy felt. I'm not mad at you anymore for killing yourself. I just wish you took me with you. Anyways I made up with Ryder and Clara, but don't worry Owen, Ryder won't take your place.

Not ever, Dude. I found out my Dad used to cut, and my Mom was Anorexic. With every letter I write, it becomes harder to write them. You've been gone for just three months, but I've already wrote nine hundred letters, and now this one. It's just easier to pretend that your far away, then dead. I don't know, maybe I belong here. I still miss you more than ever,

-Charlie.*

I ripped the letter from the note book and put it in the stack of folded papers I tied together with a ribbon, from my Mom's craft box. I put the stack into my trunk as My door was pounded on. I opened it, and Clara pushed in.

"Move it." She said, out of breath, "That girl across the hall is crazy."

"That's just Ayelie. Don't mind her."

"You already made friends?" She plopped down in my desk chair.

"No." I lay down on my bed. "She talked to me."

"Welcome to the suicide wing-"

"Where all your nightmares come true." I finished.

There was a knock on the door and then Ryder poked his head in.

"Hey."

"Come in." I waved.

He sat down on my trunk, "You doing okay?"

"Yeah."

"I just wanted to say that I'm three doors down on the left if you need anything."

"Thanks, but you should stay."

"Yeah." Clara said. "We're about to paint our nails."

"I have a camera that needs cleaning."

He kissed my forehead, "Bye Clara." He waved.

"Bye Ryder." She waved.

We watched him go.

"Well he's sweet."

"Shut up." I tossed a pillow at her.