An updated, more current version of this book called "Broken Hearts and Broken Bottles", is available on my other account, sophiessstories. It's way longer, but still in progress! :)
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Eleanor woke up to the sound of her heart monitor beeping and nurses hustling from one side of the hospital to the other. She looked around and realized that she was in a strange-looking hospital. She realized that she was sitting in a hospital bed, identical to all the beds around her. She felt a sharp pain in her left arm and looked down to see both her arms and legs heavily bandaged, blood soaking through a few of them. She was attached to the wall by millions of tiny wires, life support and an I.V. tube the only things keeping her alive. She spotted a short, slightly plump nurse in hospital scrubs who was approaching her bed. Her name-tag read JoAnne. "W-Where am I?" El asked softly, her voice hoarse and scratchy, rough like sandpaper.
"You're at the Albridge Mental Hospital, sweetheart."
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um so yes, i realize this is incredibly short right now- i wrote this and the next few chapters a long, long time ago but never got around to publishing them until now, so, um, please enjoy!!!! :)
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Broken Minds and Broken Bottles
Teen FictionThe desperate anorexic. The quirky but paranoid schizophrenic. The manipulative psychopath. The sweet girl who just can't stop cutting herself to distract from the pain she feels inside. And so many more. One psych ward. Thousands of secrets.
