My name is Katelyn A Knight. I have been in Gulf Watch Hospital for 2 months. If you are wondering, Gulf Watch is a hospital for the mentally ill as much as I hate saying it like that, that's the way we are all supposed to say it. It sucks, I know.
The reason for my stay? Well if you haven't guessed, suicidal watch. Every time I go home, I end up straight back in the white room, in the white sheets with an iv in my arm and another white band on my wrist. It isn't to bad, I mean yes, they do watch me every single minute of every single day but I have friends here, they get me. At least I think they do.
"Katie."
I looked up seeing my nurse stand, Andrea, she was my nurse for the day.
"Yeah?" I asked, rubbing the scars on my wrist, they were healing great.
"Your dinner is here, you need to eat." She said, I groaned lightly, just thinking about eating make me want to throw up, yes I am anorexic, don't you dare judge.
"I'm not hungry." My lie for the past three days, surprised they haven't forced it down my throat.
"And, I'll make her eat."
With that voice in the room I couldn't help but look up, Kendall, my older brother and his three best friends
"Alright, I'm sure I can leave you alone." Andrea said before walking out.
"Eat." He said pushing the plate towards me, I looked down at the horrible white rice and peas, gross.
I took a small bite, gross, just gross. Note to self; Throw it up as soon as they leaves.
"I see you got yourself back in here somehow." He asked grabbing my hands checking my arms.
"Overdose?" He asked.
"You know me so well." I said bitterly. In the few years they have been on tour I have been living with my step mother and my father.
"You got to stop Katie." James muttered.
"Well with my step mother telling me to kill myself I have reason to take the pills." I said not a hint of myself in my voice. That's what I've become a robot.
"I over heard the doctors and they're planning to send you over to psych if you don't get better." Logan muttered.
"Me? Get better? Ha." I snorted scooping up the peas, they were bland.
"I heard the kids that go to psych never come back." Carlos said, trying to scare me.
"But I would be out of psych within a matter of minutes Los, I'm to crazy for them." I huffed.
"Stop." Kendall said letting out a breath of air.
So this wasn't how anything was supposed to happen, here I was, little innocent Katie Knight, younger sister to Big Time Rush, in a mental hospital.
"You want me to stop cause I'm killing your guys vibe huh?" I asked bitterly.
"Katie, you know we love you dearly. We want you stop cause we want you to get better." Carlos said, I glanced up and saw those puppy dog eyes, sighing lightly to myself.
"And as soon and we know you are allowed to go home, which will probably be a week or so, you are coming on the road with us.
Oh, great, welcome to hell.
Hi, I'm Katie Knight, younger sister of Big Time Rush, and I'm in the White Band Wars.
A/N: What do you guys think? I love it actually! I got the idea from an experience that I just had to go through, just got out of the hospital today. Lots of love guys! I'll post chapter number 2 when I get 5 reviews! :D