Chapter 1A Chapter by Dylan (S.T)The story of the main characters recovery.
I walked down the dull, white hallways of Bears Den mental
institution on my way to my weekly therapy session. On a normal day, I
would have passed only four or five staff members, but today I must have
passed at least ten. Yesterday one of the kids here was reported to have
tried to kill herself. Overdose, I believe. Because of this incident,
the number of staff on each shift has been doubled and were ordered to
keep an eye on the residents. Also, each resident was required to be
escorted by a staff member, mine was a young girl named Brianna. Brianna was
shorter than me, about five foot eight, medium brown hair, with bright
green eyes.
"Are you going to go inside?" Brianna asked. I was in such deep thought, that I hadn't even noticed we stopped walking. "Go on in, I'll be waiting out here for you." I nodded and went inside.
"Good Morning, Eva, how did you sleep last night?" Asked the middle-aged woman sitting in the leather chair at the far end of the room. "Please, come sit down." She said motioning to the chair in front of her desk. I looked at her, and began to walk around the room looking at the pictures like I did every time I came into her office. Dogs playing cards, a racehorse with the number 4 on its side. There were many different pictures around her office, but the one that I always stared at the most was the one on her desk. A small, four by seven, frame, it showed a young girl, around the age of seven, holding onto a small stuffed animal crying. I have only been here a few weeks, and she should have known that I wouldn't talk. I never did. I just sat in the uncomfortable chair and stared at the picture on her desk. "I see you are still looking at that picture, would you like to know who that is?" She asked sitting back intertwining her fingers around each other in her normal 'thinking' position. My answer, was silence and the rest of the session went on the same way. She sighed then spoke again. "Time is up. I am putting in a request to have you in my office twice a day every day. Once in the morning after breakfast and again right before dinner. Have a good day." She said, dismissing me from her office.
"How did it go?" asked Brianna. She also knew not to expect an answer from me, but she asked anyway in hopes that I would finally make some sort of answer, but it was still my usual silence. "Well then, your therapist kept you a bit later than she usually does, so we missed your first activity of the day, and it's almost time for lunch. Are you hungry?" She asked with her usual caring tone. I didn't answer, so she simply said she was hungry, and started heading to the cafeteria.
The cafeteria, was like that of any school. Tables lining the middle of the floor, each full of residents of Bears Den. Mostly, the lines were still empty because not everyone was done with their activities so I went into the far left line where they usually had something good to eat. Today they were serving nacho's. I got the food, and went to my usual table only to find that there was someone new sitting there. "Hey, Eva!" My friend Jess waved me over. This is Matt, he just got here yesterday he's cool, Matt, this is Eva. She never talks, so don't expect an answer from her!" she laughed. "Nice to meet you Eva." Matt said sticking his hand out expecting a handshake, but eventually put his hand down after noticing that I wasn't going to offer my hand as well. "So, Jess," he said changing the subject. "Why are you here?" "Oh," She muttered, "I, uh... I'm a 'skitz.' My mom got fed up with my talking to people who weren't there and sent me here." "Did your dad not fight to keep you in the house..?" He said clearly interested in Jess's story. "He left when I was three, I was just old enough to remember him..." She took a moment to clear her eyes, because she started crying some. "But, it doesn't matter." "Oh... I'm sorry..." "Its fine." Jess said quickly wiping a cloth across her eyes before leaving the cafeteria quickly with her escort. The rest of the day was mostly dull, we went to our afternoon classes, then ate dinner. After, went to our final evening activities, and went to our rooms for the night. © 2011 Dylan (S.T)Author's Note
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Added on June 26, 2011Last Updated on September 30, 2011 Tags: recovery Previous Versions AuthorDylan (S.T)Wichita Falls, TXAboutSo I'm changing my about me.. I am 19 years old now, and slowly I am working on my novel "Black Rose" currently I am 5 short chapters in and still going strong, I appreciate any constructive comments .. more..Writing
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