31 Days

Day 1

Drip

Drip

Drip

Though I don't actually hear this noise, I can feel the tears spilling out on to my flushed cheeks.

Only day one in this all white room and I'm going insane.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Suddenly I hear a click and a draft of wind enter into this small closet like hospital room. Raising my head I see a middle aged woman in dark blue scrubs enter my room.

"Ryans?" She asks with an arched brow.

I quickly nod confirming my last name.

"Good. Hello Ms. Ryans you can call me Samantha. I am one of the nurses assigned to keep an eye on you. Since this is your first day, how 'bout a tour?"

With that Samantha turns around and walks forward pulling the huge blue curtain blocking the door. Probably for privacy.

"Get dressed into comfortable clothes and then we'll leave." She calls from behind the now closed curtain.

Just a bit hesitant I get up and look in my packed bag. I quickly pull out a pair of comfortable gray Aero sweats, an old comfortable MCR band tee, and a zip up gray sweat shirt to keep me warm. And most importantly covered.

Satisfied with my comfort level I slip on my slippers and walk up to the closed curtain pulling it to the side in the process.

Samantha gets up from her chair and walks forward, as do I.

2 hours later-

It now being dinner time I decide to get up and walk to the small cafeteria in the ward.

In this ward there are certain food periods for different groups.

For the youth section

Breakfast- between 7-8 am

Lunch- 12-1 pm

Dinner- 6-7 pm

Snacks were a treat here. Different vending machines could be found all over. But they only took tokens.

These tokens were part of a reward system. You could earn them by doing anything good. Such as helping someone or even just taking your medication faithfully.

Most everyone here was on the same plan. A 31 day rehabilitation period that could decrease in days or increase in days depending on how the individual is responding to their environment.

Not exactly foolproof, but pretty damn close.

This institution prided themselves in the progress of their patients.

And not only is this institution supposed to help you get through your problems. But it also teaches you how to interact with others in the process. In turn, making sure that when you get out of the ward you won't forget how to deal with other human beings.

Walking into the cafeteria I saw a lot of teens from 13-18 eating. Some even enjoying their time with their fellow messed up peers.

Laughing, chewing, slurping, and talking could all be heard from the packed cafeteria.

At first I hissed at the obvious social scene. I mean. I'm here because of attempted suicide, I tried to get out of this earth. Partially because of the people who live in it. So basically you could say I didn't want to be social.

Knowing I'm not good at these situations I walked quickly to the food section with my head down.

I opened up the refrediator and grabbed an Apple juice followed by an intimidating huge chef salad and some ranch.

I rung it up at the check out and walked to the corner of the caf. Sitting at a small 2 person round table.

Crunch. I took my first bite of the crispy lettuce.

I almost drooled at how good it tasted. Savoring each and every bite I took. I was so distracted I didn't even notice the shady figure that sat down across from me. He didn't make it known that he sat down and he was just staring at me.

"Um hi." I said in a small voice.

"Hi." He let the greeting roll off of his tongue in a deep sexy voice. Right after he cracked a cheeky smile that showed his adorable dimples.

It almost looked as if he was enjoying the time he spent here.

Me being the Debby downer I am. I wanted to insert one of those emojis that are like 'are you fucking serious' like this -.- but I didn't want to be rude.

Taking one more bite of my salad I realized I ate about 1/4 of it. Deciding that was enough I put the cap on my ranch and vinegar and sat  them inside the container that held the salad, and then I closed that as well.

I quickly stood up and picked up my food and juice, and left the cafeteria not even looking back. I don't need friends. I never have, and I never will.

With that I walked back to a kind of break room that had vending machines and refrigerators. I wrote my name on the food and placed it in the refrigerator. When I was finished I walked back to my room apple juice in hand.

I laid in bed and decided to let my exhaustion take over and lead me into a dreamless sleep.

A/N
Hi!!!! This is the first chapter! I hope everyone likes it! I'm seriously excited to see where this story ends up!
Much love
-Van
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