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The pregnancy story

we take medication to be someone else

I walk out into the boring, white hallway. I run my fingers down the wall. it feels so sad in here. everybody wearing the same gray jogging pants and matching sweater that hangs loosely on my body ( http://www.polyvore.com/hospital/set?id=122651932 ) which doesn't surprise me since I haven't eatin a decent meal since ive been in here. six days in this hell hole and I wanna kill myself more then ever. I hate going to group therapy with people who have the same 'problems' as me. so I go to two different group therapys, 1 for cutting and 1 for drinking. but individual therapy is the worst. I know Dr.Rankin is worried about me since I don't talk to him, I don't talk to anyone, like for example chris, he has come to see me everyday so far but I just stare at him. he trys to make conversation with me but I don't respond. I also don't take my medication. willingly. the stuff it down my throat for me. they think im crazy. im not. I just don't talk about my problems and im not gonna start now. they give me different pills everyday, they think I don't notice but one day there bigger and one day there a diffent color. im not stupid. I think there depression pills but im not depressed, im more depressed in here than I was before. Dr.Rankin goes on and on about it being trying to cope or some shit like that. I laugh at him sometimes, heck I even laugh during group therapy when people talk about there 'problems'. chris says that I need to start talking so I can get out of here but I don't wanna talk. I reach the end of the hallway and huff. I hate this part of the day. I open the heavy metal door to group therapy and sit down in the circle of chairs, not making eye contact with anyone. all they do is bitch and wine about there 'problems'. I twirl my long blonde curl disaster in between my fingers. they wont let me style it, they think ima burn myself.
"okay everyone take a seat." Dr.rankin says above all the chatter. the all make there way to there seats. "we have a new person joining us today. everyone meet vic Fuentes." my eyes shoot up to meet a pair of soft brown ones. his face is bruised, one black eye, a busted lip, his brown straight hair now perfectly curly. he looks broken.
"vic will tell us why he's in here than you guys will do the same." vic stands up.
"hi, im vic and a couple days ago I tried to commit suicide." he chokes out. then one by one everyone else says why there here tell it gets to me. I stand up with my arms crossed, meeting vics eyes, and then sitting back down. still locked in vics eyes tell it was interrupted.
"this lana, she doesn't talk." Dr.Rankin says and pats my back. everyone snickers and I shoot them a hateful glare and they immediately stop. "fuckers." I huff under my breath. vic smiles at me but I roll my eyes and start messing with my nails.
"so vic, why are you in here?" vic thinks for a second.
"well I get bullied, so I started ditching classes but that didn't avoid them forever. so I thought throwing partys every weekend would get them to like me but it didn't. then about two weeks ago I meant the most beautiful girl I have ever seen at one of my partys." I lift my eyes up at him. "i rejected her, so now she hates me and I didn't know she had problems so I think I made them worse. but a couple of days ago I got beat up real bad and sliced my wrist. and now im here." he shrugs.
"thank you vic for sharing but times up and now everybody go eat lunch." I get up and go the opposite direction of everybody else. i turn the corner just to be pulled back around to be faced to faced with vic.
"why are you here?" he questions. I just look at him. he lifts my arms up to try and find cuts. but they faded. they only he could fine was the two pink gashes I made two years ago.
"why do you do this? your life is perfect." I laugh at him.
"stop, this is serious. why arnt you talking?" I shrug. he sighs.
"please talk to me." he plieds.
"lana come see me." I hear Dr.Rankin call. I slip from vics arms and thank the lord he called.

Notes

okay yall sorry for the late update:( who else watched the warped tour live webcast Friday? I did lol I love falling in reverse anyone else? who like this chapter? its my favorite so far!!

tittle credit: America: motionless in white

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