Ok, I'm sorry if I haven't updated much on Lilly You Can't Fix Everything, but I've been a bit down in the dumps. I just haven't felt much like writing.. I guess I've been a bit depressed. Idk what it is, it's also because I'm kind of stuck. Idk, I'll try to update soon, but for now I want to get a new story up. I'm kind of bored of my old one, I'm waiting for a genius idea, so I can like it again. It just seems so dull to me.. How the hell do you guys read it? lol Anyways, here's my new story.. I've been having this idea, and got bored just now and decided to do some writing. :] Tell me how you like it when you're done reading.
Everything is dark, I hear voices all around me but can't find the strength to open my eyes. I hear familiar voices and people saying my name. What the hell is that beeping sound? If this is a dream, I can hardly call it a dream. It feels more like a nightmare. Soon, the voices fade away and I drift off into a deep slumber.
"Miley... Miley!" A voice says, causing me to snap back to reality. I look up and find an old blond haired woman sitting in front of me behind a desk. I don't say anything, but simply observe my surroundings. I take it all in and let out a shaky sigh, finally responding to the unfamiliar person in front of me.
"W...Where am I?" I ask confused, pondering the possibilities.
"You're at the Malibu Female institution.... Don't you remember?" The woman asks, looking confused.
"Like.. a mental hospital?" I ask, suddenly remembering everything that had happened the day before. I swallow hard and prepare myself for the worst. "So... It wasn't a dream?"
"I'm afraid not Ms. Stewart, what could possibly make you want to end your life? From what I've heard from your family, things are pretty good for you. Good grades, a lot of friends, head cheerleader, the perfect boyfriend... " I cut her off, disgusted at how my life has become, I can't bare to listen to the sickening words used to describe me. I would prefer something more like Miley Stewart, free spirit, music lover, friendly, loving, all around good person. What I've become isn't really who I am. I can't stand it. It's not me, and I just had to get away from it all.
"That's exactly why.. It's over rated.. " I say flatly, looking out the window with a look of disgust covering my face.
"Isn't that the life that every teenage girl dreams of? What's so bad about having good grades and a lot of people who like you?" She asks seriously.
"Like me!? Try want to be me.. They don't like me, they don't even know me, you could hardly say they look up to me, it's all jealousy.. It's sickening." I say, leaning back in my chair and looking up at the ceiling.
"Why didn't you just change it? Suicide is never the answer." She says seriously, but she apparently doesn't know my life. In fact, she doesn't know anything about me. She doesn't know how much pressure comes with the title, she doesn't know what it takes.. She doesn't know anything.
"Look lady, you don't know me, you don't know anything about me, you obviously don't understand the pressure that comes with being perfect. You don't understand what it's like, so stop assuming that you do. You obviously don't know anything, or you wouldn't have asked such a stupid question." I say rudely, crossing my arms with a look of disgust on my face.
"Ms. Stewart, I'm only trying to help.. We need to get a firm understanding on your situation before we can help you.."
"You can't help me, unless you've got a time machine.. Do you? No? Didn't think so.. Can we just get to the point so I can get the hell out of here." I say, hoping I can go home.
"Well, you have counseling with me twice a week, you'll need to take the medication we give you. If there are any problems with the medication, you'll have to talk to me about it. Otherwise, you just have to take it willingly or be shown the hard way. Patty will show you where you'll be staying, eating, and give you the basic information.."
"Wait... How long am I going to be here?" I ask curiously, wondering why she's explaining all this to me.
"Your father signed you in for a 70 day treatment. Most girls in your situation have found the treatment helpful. We're almost positive that this is what you need."
"70 days!? Are you fucking kidding me?! How the hell do you know what I need?! You don't fuckin know me!" I say, as I stand up taking a threatening step closer to her and gripping onto the edge of her desk.
"Ms. Stewart, you need to calm down." She says while picking up the phone and gesturing for me to sit back down.
"Hello.. Patty? Could you come escort the lovely Ms. Stewart to her room.. No.... yes.... Please... Alright.. bye." I roll my eyes in response while letting out a heavy sigh. This isn't going to be easy.
"If I show improvement, can I get out before 70 days?" I ask, as a tall woman grabs onto my wrist and begins pulling me to the door.
"It all depends on you Ms. Stewart. We'll talk about that at your next meeting with your family." She says waving goodbye as I'm pulled out of the room.
"Ok, this is the living room, feel free to come in here whenever you like, this is where most of the girls hang out." I look around and observe the other girls in the room. They're all looking me up and down as if it's prison and I'm the fresh new meat. For once people are looking down at me instead of looking up to me. It's kind of nice, I could get used to this. Maybe a fresh start will do me good. I could work with this.
"This is the art room, you all come in here every Thursday and Mrs. Wilson will be in charge of the activities here." The room is filled with several instruments, tables, and art supplies. My eyes are caught on a beautiful acoustic guitar.
"Are we allowed to come in here and use the instruments?" I ask, already forming a plan of how I'll spend my days.
"Yes, but none of the other girls do. They only care about the TV, so if that's what you plan on doing, you'll basically have the room all to yourself." Her answer makes me smile widely.
"Cool." She drags me out of the room, but I can't stop thinking about that guitar. Finally she pulls me up to a window with a couple woman sitting behind it.
"And this is where you take your medicine. They'll call you up when you need to take it. This is Stacy and Geena." She says, introducing me to what I assume are the nurses.
"Hi, I'm Miley." I say, my gaze never leaving the art room.
"You must be Ms. Stewart." I hear one of them say, but I don't answer.
"Come on Miley, you seem a bit tired, I'll take you to your room." I feel her drag me off by my wrist, but keep looking in the direction of the art room. When we come to a stop, I avert my gaze to the door in front of us. Patty pushes open the door to a small room with two beds. I instantly notice that one of the beds is occupied by a blond girl curled up in the fetal position, staring at the wall. I don't enjoy the idea of having to share a room, but decide on being friendly. Maybe we'll become good friends.
"This is where you'll be staying... And this.... is Lilly Truscott." She says the last part quietly, looking away. Why on earth is she acting this way. I pull away from Patty's grasp and walk over to blond girl who is now my roommate. I offer her my hand, but she doesn't take it, instead she lets out a quiet laugh.
"Wow, are you kidding me. Patty is this my new roommate?" She says, letting out another laugh causing me to frown a bit. She stands up and circles me, looking me up and down. "Let me guess... Goody two shoes rich girl? Probably attempted suicide? Good life, good grades, but depressed for no reason? Am I right Miley?" She says in an almost taunting manner. I can't help but assume somebody has already told her about me. She already had my story down, but it was the way she said it that upset me.
"Shut up..." I say quietly, not moving my gaze from the floor.
"Aww, did poor Miley get her feelings hurt? We wouldn't want her to have to kill herself again now would we? No that would just be a shame. It's not like this world could go without some snobby rich bitch." She says rudely, her voice dripping with sarcasm while sending a shooting pain through my heart. Her words hurt me, she doesn't even know me and she's already judging me.
"Shut up......" I say again, but quieter this time.
"Why? Am I hurting your feelings? Oh no." She says, letting out a fake gasp. Patty had already left the room. Lucky me, they send the lady who's afraid of my roommate to escort me here.
"You don't know anything about me..." I say, moving over to my bed and laying down, deciding that I can't let her get to me. If I let her know it bothers me, she'll probably keep going.
"I know all I need to know. Don't think I don't know you. Don't think I don't know about your perfect family, your nice house, all your friends..."
"Who are you?" I say, looking up at her in disbelief.. Do I know this girl? Did she go to my school?
"I'm Lilly Truscott, your new roommate." She says bitterly as she stomps off out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Boy is this going to be fun. Leave it to me to get the girl who I've pissed off in the past. Who is this girl? She seems so familiar... I decide to just shake it off, and ignore her. This girl obviously has some serious issues, I don't want to get on her bad side. I let out a sigh and drift off into sleep.
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Ok, I've never been in a mental hospital, so I don't know what they're like. I've seen a couple movies about them, so I have a small idea. If my information is way off, I'm sorry.. Anyways, R&R ppl. :P