The Self-Harmed

~This is freaking ridiculous ~

It's been three months since the strike. The bracelets aren't in play anymore, but the nurses are still there. As strong as ever. It's the middle of may and surprise! Chloe and Coltan are coming to town! I've gained weight. I've learned how to not binge, but I still think I'm fat.

Clara looks healthy, and her face is gaining some color. Ayelie started to open up to Her Doctor, and Alex switched meds. Ryder and Caden had five break downs, Owen had seven, and I had three. One was really bad so Mom had to come down. I didn't think she really needed to. She didn't need the stress, because she was pregnant. So I quit having break downs.

Kids began to really use talking to their friends to the fullest. They even started talking to kids out side of their friend groups. Which is exactly what we had done the strike for. One more month and then it would be summer. But I wasn't really in a rush. Clara lived in California, Ayelie was from North Carolina, Alex was in New York, and Ryder was in Idaho. I was stuck in Virginia. With Caden and Owen, who had evidently gotten into two fist fights in the last three months.

It caused them to meet the white room. When I had my really bad melt down I had to meet the white room too. It's a padded cell, floor walls roof, with a padded door on your side, a metal one on their side. They stripped me of my clothes, and put me in a paper like gown. They had also slapped me in a straight Jacket. By the time the sedative wore off I bent like a freaking pretzel and broke out of the straight jacket. I had already been freaking out so bad, that no one wanted to come in my cell and put it back on me.

Inside the cell it was creepy quiet, and when someone would talk outside of the door, it was muffled. You couldn't make out what they said. And the room was so damn white it stung my eyes. Mom had finally showed up and they slowly let her in. As soon as I saw her I had calmed down, and Mom was annoyed that she was called down, because, obviously I was fine. She demanded that they let me out of the cell. They did.

I was currently sitting on the corner of the couch in the lounge. Ayelie was stretched out on the couch next to me her head on my lap. I stared at the wall playing with her hair. Clara was sitting on the floor in front on me hitting her head on the arm rest, as she stared at the wall.  I reached out numbly, my arm not feeling like it was attached to my body, to put my hand on her head. Once I did she stopped hitting her head and I softly ran a hand over her head repeatedly. Three months. Three months and we were all breaking.

"What the hell happened to you?" Alex demanded standing in front of us.

He was the only one out of Us all that acted normal because he was on the right pills. The rest of us were doped up on Xanax and Zoloft and a slight sedative. Not that we knew that at the time of course. We all looked at him, not really seeing him.

"Are you," He waved a hand in front of my face, and I followed it, "Are you high?"

Ayelie wiped at her face, but her hand was soaked from previous tears, so her face remained wet. They kept us doped up because we're the trouble makers. The Real CK's.

"Stop it," Alex grabbed Clara's head in his hands, when she started to hit her head again with soft thumps.

She stopped hitting her head. Alex slowly let go of her face, and she began to hit her head agian.

"This is fucking ridiculous."

And he left the room. I followed him until he was gone and then looked at the wall. I touched Clara's head and she stopped hitting her head. I took one of her curls and wrapped it around my finger. A nurse walked over to me slowly syringe in hand.

"Charlie," She said hands up, a couple of nurses behind her, "It's time to change your meds okay?"

My eyes followed her hand as she stuck the needle in my arm. Huh, didn't even feel that one.

"Good girl," She said, as she pushed in the grey tip.

A nurse went for Ayelie, and I grabbed the syringe and tossed it across the room. Another went for Clara and I jumped up knocking them to the side. I looked down at Clara. She was looking up at me like a scared little girl. Not Afraid of me of course. I looked behind me, and A nurse held a straight jacket.