AUTHORS NOTE: Hey! So, my new fic is up Is sooo excited! Anyway, sorry if this chapter is a little short. Also, there is no real mention of the GSE in this chapter. But there is in the next one Is even more excited! Seriously, i think you'll love it. Be aware, the main character is sooo emo . Which is a little different from what i usually write. She has real issues heh. So, that means there will be slashing, violence, drink, and ex ( maybe at the end) But i will warn you so don't worry, you people with quesy stomachs!

Also, as per usual, there will be swearing! Enjoy x

Anything, but Ordinary

Chapter One

Home Sweet Home

I gazed at the clock on the wall. It was a Saturday evening and the clock was ticking and ticking and ticking and not getting anywhere. I was waiting for the nurse to come and get me. I had an appointment with the owner of this ward, Dr Matthews. An appointment that should thankfully get me released. But first, I had my booklet to write out. I was a patient at Meadows Hill Hospital Psychiatric Ward. We had lots of classes on lots of different things. You could do English, Math, Science, Religious Education, French and German, but also there was Knitting and Cooking and Caring of Animals and Singing classes. It was like school all over again, but not as bad, as if you really wanted, you was aloud to just go to one class. I was currently part of PSHE, which stood for I don't know what. But it was basically about us, about life. I looked down at the booklet I was suppose to do last night. With a sigh, I picked it up, with my pencil and sat down on a bean bag. We weren't allowed pens, unless we stabbed someone, but a pencil worked just as well. I was surprised they hadn't given me crayons by now. I opened it at the first page and began to fill it out.

What is your name? Emma Mary Joanna Katherine Johnson. I loved my name. My parents couldn't decide on a name, and just gave me all their favourites.

How old are you? I scribbled 19 next to it. I sighed. It was like being in primary all over again, and that was an experience I would rather not repeat. I guessed at the clock. Tick tock. Tick tock. I looked at the next question.

This is what I look like: There was a box next to it. I scribbled the head and shoulders of a person, and draw scribbling, messy hair. That's what I looked like. They had taken my brush off me last week for hitting Cassie with it. I hadn't been able to brush my hair since and I looked like Amy Winehouse. I turned the page.

Topic One: Me and my family. Fucking shit. There was another All About Me page. I clenched my jaw as I filled it out. My family and me were hardly the happiest things to write about.

Name: Emma Mary Joanna Katherine Johnson

Age: 19

Favourites

Colour: Black

Animal: Spiders

Sweet: Chocolate

Nurse: Jeremiah

Friend: None

Place: Anywhere but here

Person: Myself

Least Favourite

Colour: Brown

Animal: Cats

Sweet: None

Nurse: Lucie

Friend: I have no friends

Place: Amazingly, Meadows Hill Hospital

Person: My parents, for making me come here. Yup. Those fuckers were the reason I had been sat here for four years, learning about things I learnt five years before. I hadn't even finished high school before they swept me over here. They only visited me at my birthday, Christmases and Easters. I turned the page a little harder than I should have, and ripped the paper a little.

A little paragraph about me: I think my parents wanted me drowned at birth. I think I am Satin's child and I am going to hold Devil worshipping sessions at my house when I get out of here. I like to play with knives. I laughed. That should have them worrying.

My Family

Mum:My mum is called Cathy Michelle Johnson. She is in love with the WI that she attends every week. She is a psycho cleaner and almost had a heart attack when she found a lost sock hidden under my bed. She tried to strangle me with it.

Father: My dad is called Brian Andrew Johnson. He is a lawyer, but is shit at it and no one really gives him a job. So when he is working late, he is actually fucking some other woman he works with. Most likely Miss Goldstone. She looks like a slut. I'm surprised my mum hasn't noticed, but she is probably too busy with her cleaning to notice anything anymore.

Sister: Is a slut.

Brother: I don't have a brother, but if I did I think I would probably get on with him more. He would give me drugs and rescue me from this prison.

Pets?: I used to have a goldfish called Tango when I was 11 but he died because my mum sprayed polish over his tank by accident. From then on, I have never had a pet except for the spiders I would save from mum and her cleaning chemicals.

I smiled at what I had written. And it was all truth. My younger sister, Katie had lost her virginity when she was 13 to some fat kid in the year below her, who gave her several chocolate eggs and a £5. I was sure no one was that gullible for sex? My mother had a fit when Katie announced it at the dinner table. It was one of those wish-I-had-a-camera-but-don't moments. When I was 15, my dad let me come to work with him. I met everyone there, but I noticed that Miss Goldstone kept brushing against him and giggling and batting her heavy make-upped eyelids whenever he was near. I wasn't stupid. I'd seen all the soaps and I knew exactly what was going on. My green eyes wandered to the clock. Tick, tick, tick, tock. I turned the page.

Topic 2: Cheers and Fears. What the fuck?

I like: Things I like? This is kind of difficult. I like it when the window is open and I get to feel the breeze on my skin. I also like the feel of blades against my skin but that's a different subject. I love chocolate, but then again who doesn't? (Except for Cassie. She is a freak anyway).

I am scared of: The thing I am most scared of is being alive. When will Judgment Day arrive?. It's avoiding me. 10 times I have tried to kill myself and none of them have worked. Does God have a grudge against me or something? Why won't he just let me die? Also, I am scared of wasps. They are stupid and freaky and buzzy and the only good thing that comes from wasps is squashing them with newspapers.

The door clicked open behind me and I looked up. In the doorway was a large, black woman, with a kind face. I got on with Jeremiah the most.

'Come on, hunny. Time for your appointment' she smiled. I slid off the beanbag and danced to the door. When I got to her, I placed my hands on her dark cheeks, a smile on my lips.

'I'm going to get out of here, and when I get a good job and lots of money, I'll buy you a proper real house and you won't have to worry about a thing,' I whispered. She placed a hand on mine, a smile on her face.

'I know darling, but get a move on or you'll be late.' I released her, and ran down the corner, upsetting a small girl who came out a door. She burst into tears in fright, but I ignored her and didn't stop running until I got to Dr Matthews office. I gave it a moment to get my breath back before I knocked on the door.

'Come in,' came his rough voice. I pushed open the big wooden door and stepped lightly into the room. Dr Matthews was a tall man, with dark brown hair that has been styled into a comb-over. He was around 30 years old. His brown eyes met mine as I took a seat. He shuffled some paperwork in front of him, and smiled. 'So, Emma.' I watched him patiently. 'How are you feeling?'

'Okay,' I mumbled, waiting for him to get to the point. He paused for a moment, before giving a forced chuckle.

'A whole year here without trying to kill yourself is quite a record.' I nodded. 'You remember our deal I suspect?'

'Of course,' I replied, a small smile coming to my lips. 'You said that if I didn't try and kill myself, that you would let me go.' He nodded, seeming reluctant that he had even made the deal.

'Well, surprisingly, I didn't expect you to manage it.'

'That didn't surprise me.' He smiled.

'I don't think anything does.' I shook my head, no. There was a moment's pause, before Dr Matthews continued. 'We are willing to let you go, as long as you attend counseling classes with Nurse Jeremiah.' Ah, they had chosen someone I liked, to guarantee I come. 'You will have to meet with her every Tuesday. She will come to you, but if you don't meet her, we are going to have to bring you back here, understood?' I nodded. Another pause. 'Well, you best go and pack. The nurses will lead you to the gates. You may go.' Dr Matthews placed his glasses on, reading through the paperwork he was holding. I got to my feet, and left the office. I was so excited. Finally, I was going to be able to leave and do my own things! I raced down the corridors, all the way back to my room, where Jeremiah was waiting. I almost leapt into her arms.

'You're going to be my counselor!' I beamed. She gave a hearty laugh and nodded.

'Yes. But, please remember to come. I don't want to see you here again. Go on, pack.' I let out a squeal of enjoyment, before pulling my suitcase from under my bed where it had been for the past five years; it was a little dusty. I unzipped it, wiping some dust off the top. Jeremiah was already pulling my clothes out of the locked room that no one but the staff was allowed to go in. It contained all of our personal belongings. All my clothes, photos, even my mobile. I could have kissed her. She handed them over and I started to place them in neatly. I was jumpy, just wanting to get out of there. I set some clothes aside; a pair of tight jeans and a pink t-shirt. It was quite warm out. Jeremiah turned around while I dressed, and took the white outfit from me when I was done. I hugged her tightly, before taking my suitcase and walking out the room. There was two male nurses and a woman waiting for me outside. I waved goodbye to Jeremiah, before they led me down the white corridor, past the security guard and out through the big metal doors, into the cool night outside. They didn't say a word as we moved down the big drive. The woman typed in a security code, and the big gates slowly opened. I looked back, and one of the men nodded. I stepped out of the gates, adrenalin pulsing through me. I gave a whoop and started down the road, dragging my heavy case with me. I heard the gates clang shut behind me, and finally I was free.

END NOTES: Review!! Seriously, you need to. Or i may pass out, thinking people aren't interesting.

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