Mental

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.

I rolled to my side, stuck my hands out of my blanket and turned off the alarm.
I really don’t want to go somewhere on a SATURDAY. Who goes somewhere at 8 in the morning?! Crazy people!
My parents are the crazy people in my defense….

I supposedly have to go somewhere ‘important’. I decided to lay there, it was only 7:30 anyways, I could get ready in 10 minutes….

I just fell back asleep when I felt someone pulling my blanket off me. I curled up in a ball and tried to sleep.

I was not going to get up.

My mom obviously had another idea… next thing I know I’m being pulled off my bed and on the floor. "Get up!" that was my morning welcome, really encouraged me to get up! Yeah right… but I got up anyway, no point in getting her even angrier.

Once my mom left my room I got up and locked the door so I could get ready. I slid my closet door open and got my jeans and long sleeved shirt out. My jeans were baggy like, they fit at the waist, but were baggy on the legs, my shirt was black with splashes of paint (my personal touch), it was long on me, it went a little past my waist, and was slightly big on me. Now that I think about it, all my clothes were actually bigger than they were before on me…. Oh well. I went to the bathroom and brushed my straight/wavy jet black hair, I haven’t got it cut since I was a baby, except my bangs, they covered one of my tie-dye colored eyes. I looked at myself in the mirror and wished I didn’t, the girl looking back at me was….horribly ugly.
I had porcelain colored skin with a skinny figure had the curves in the right places, but was so skinny (I wasn’t sickly skinny, but I was skinny none the less) it didn’t matter, big anime looking eyes with a strange color, full lips that made me look like I was pouting all the time, button nose (thank God!), long jet black hair with bangs, my bangs were dyed at the end, they were dyed dark blue, and to top it off I was 4"10’. No problem for me, but it made me look like an anime person! I was a human version of anime! My eyes are the exact size and shape! I didn’t care about how I looked, but it just freaked me out and all… I sound like I care like hell….

What was beneath my clothes showed my emotions, cuts….

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After my family and I finished breakfast my parents drove me to this ‘important’ place. They took a specific turn that immediately told me where we were going, we were going to was Laurel Ridge…

"We promise you aren’t going to be admitted, they are just going to evaluate you." that said it all, I was going to be admitted. They went to the lay at the desk and told her something and then we waited for the doctor for about 10 minutes and went to the back. There we went in this room and we talked and waited for 3 excruciating hours. Later they said I was going to be admitted, I knew it. They said that I would need my clothes and that when I come back that I will be placed in San Saba, the unit for teenagers, they actually had the boys and girls mixed! Well boys were on one side and girls on the other with two people on guard duty all night and day.
How do I know so much? Simple, I’ve been here before.

My parents already had my clothes. That’s where my clothes went! They had been planning this, I hate them. The doctor saw this and ‘escorted’ us to the unit. We had to go outside past the cafeteria, pool, and playground. Then we got into this other building and into the meeting area place thing, that’s where they got all my information, but I was here maybe 3 days ago so they knew everything, but I had to be re examined.

Basically what happens when they examine you is they take you to the back room and two doctors make you partially strip, they are the same gender as you and they make you take off your pants/skirts/shorts off first and make you put them back on and then they make you take off shirt off, they check to see if you have any injuries really, but they don’t check your mouth or anywhere else. I hid my ‘toy’ in my mouth. They wouldn’t make me obey.

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Afterwards when I got my stuff I settled into ‘my’ room, I had 2 other room mates, both obviously girls. The bad thing here is that a lot of the kids are bi or gay. So when you have a room mate you sorta want to be careful. This place was almost harm proof, they had you monitored all the time and there were no mirrors or plastic knives when they served you food. Plastic knives don’t really work, but whatever.
My room mates were in the room and were having a conversation or something, when I entered they stopped and looked at me. Next thing I know they had jumped up and were hugging me. When they let go I looked at them and realized they’re my friends Mavia and Naomi.
Mavia was an Irish beauty, she had beautiful red curls that reached the small of her back and piercing green eyes, she had an average figure, she had an innocent looking face that when she made a puppy face you did anything she said, it didn’t work on me though much to her dismay, and was 5"4’ , she was in here for drug abuse. Naomi was Mexican, her hair was dark brown and extremely curly, her nose was slightly big, her eyes were….Mexican looking (I don’t know how to put it), her lips were normal looking and she was 5" and a half inch. She was in for anger problems and her family didn’t want her.

"What are you doing back here?" Jill demanded more than asked. "Well my parents didn’t want me and I’m back at it, not that I ever stopped…" that was all I could say and my voice came out quiet and soft as usual… I had a strong Japanese accent. Oh yeah I forgot to mention that I’m Japanese, well I am and I know how to speak the language also. "You need to stop you know that right?" said Naomi with her weak Mexican accent, "Yeah yeah, but not now" that was always my response. "Forget it, we’re glad to see you anyways even though it’s here…" Jill cut in to keep away from any unwanted tension. Good thing. "Well I’m going to go and see the others." , with that I left to the hall, everyone was out here basically.

"Yoshe? Your back already?" I whirled around and saw my friend Yoki. I nicknamed him that, his real name is Xavier, but I call him Yoki. I don’t know where I had got it from, but I started to call him that and it stuck. "Yoki!" I ran up to him and gave him a hug, but he was 6"3’ so he ended up having to pick me up. We’ve been friends since what seems like forever but is only 10 years. We know almost everything about each other, he was the first to know about my problem and I was the first to know his. We both cut, but he does a lot more.

I missed him so much even though I saw him 3 days ago and talked to him last night during call time. We were like brother and sister and were almost inseparable. He was not sure what he liked so he liked no one, he told me one day that he wasn’t sure if he liked boys’ girls or both and was afraid I wouldn’t be his friend anymore, but I didn’t care all I had said was ok. That is what made us great friends, we were always there for the other and were almost always supportive.
"Hey you two no physical contact!" yelled this doctor person or something. We rolled our eyes and we stopped hugging, we went to the ‘hangout’ room and played games and stuff. Yoki was…well I wasn’t sure what he was, but he had black hair and dark eyes, he had a fit build, but it wasn’t disgusting, he had muscle, but it wasn’t out there. He was white with some color, his hair had highlights of white, he had a nice face, it was friendly and menacing like, innocent and grown, soft and rough, it was basically perfectly balanced. It was weird! Girls always tried getting with him and stuff, but he didn’t pay attention to them, he was trying to find himself and didn’t want the complications of a relationship, like me. All and all he was what a lot of girls would say handsome.

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After a long day it was time for bed, but I had different ideas, so did my friends and Yoki, we were going to sneak out. We did this before, we are masters at it. People think it’s impossible, but I assure you it’s not.