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The End of the Beginning

"Sam is my name an I am here to get help for the thoughts," I whisper to myself trying to prepare for some type pf help."The thoughts," I hear back,"yes," I say thinking its my concentrations. That was until I turned around and say a sweetish looking boy about my age sitting on my bed."Hi," he said in a quiet voice,"sorry if I startled you.""My name is Zach," he added.

"Hi I am Sam I am 15," Isay as my hands shake.I thought to myself about what was happening to me.He begain talking about a few things but I was more or less woundering what happened to me. I knew last night I got a double dose of sleeping medacine. I wanted to know so many things. One thing was forbidden to ask but I just had to. I mean the doctor said it would be rude to ask but Zach knew my issue and so why cant I know his.

"Zach why are you here," I asked as politly as I could. "I killed my parents," he said smilling like it was nothing. He stared at me as if he wanted a sceam to come out. I got up and egain to walk and talk as if what he said was normal.THen next time I say my bed he was no longer there. He had vanished.I laid down thinking about why he would be able to just walk around here. I mean that is if he really did kill his parents.I just kept thinking until I was calm enough to sleep.

"Group time!" Oh god I jumped up and my heart raced. Fear is something felt by everyone but not this bad for me. My nurse walked in and asked if I was ready for group or if I wanted to stay back again as I had been for three weeks, crying and being upsit. "I am ready," I said slightly shaking. I got dressed and took my medacine, skipping breakfest again.

We walked though the halls with some other kids all about my age. Some older and some younger but no Zach. I could only think about my parents the night I was immeted. They were yelling as always manly about me and my several conditions.Like all or most they just wanted to help me. I could try to be a perfect child but it woudn't work. I am restive, I am also sickened by food. I have bands that keep me from trying to end my life, but I have to keep blades surraunding me. As they yelled I told myself it would be fine, I was sitting on the bottom sstep of the stairs. I went to get up but endded up just passing out. I felt dead, I wanted to be dead.

I woke up in a doctors room. My parents were fighting over what as best. I was happy when the finnally agreed but not that they agreed about an instation. I was promised it would be 10 months, and three visits a week. I didn't agree but its not like I had a choice.I spent the frist week waiting to see them and the next two weeks crying on the inside. They promised but its normal I guess, at least this week I choose to try group.