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Why? Why couldn't they see that all this time, I'd been telling the truth? Who would lie about that kind of thing, anyway? Not me, that's for sure. They all think that, just because I exaggerated and changed my story before, that anything I say now won't be true either. I was just a kid back then. I thought that no-one'd believe me if I told the complete truth... And now, it's all fallen apart... Still, not a single tear falls down my face as I swallow every tablet I've been hoarding over the last 3 months.
Two days later, here I am. A hospital. The children's ward. A tube in my hand, connected to some kinda drip pump thingy. Supposedly there to "save my life". But my life was over a long time ago. I don't say anything. I don't fight against all the doctors and nurses either. My mum's not here. She's most likely at home. She hates hospitals so much. I don't, though. I quite like them. They feel... safe. But not right now. Right now, they're just an inconvenience, keeping me alive when I know I shouldn't be.
They move me to a new hospital. A "special" hospital, they called it. What they meant was a mental one. Most of the patients here are acting like zombies. Either that, or they're screaming and shouting and being restrained. I don't belong here. Or do I?
What if, I really was lying, and it was all some horrible figment of my imagination?
But... I don't think it was...
It doesn't really matter, anyway. If it was, then I deserve to die, and if it wasn't, my death is more of an act of mercy, really.
The nurses here are horrible. They searched through all my stuff, and one of them is following me everywhere. They say it's only because I'm new, and that, so long as I don't try anything, they'll leave me alone more often "in a few days".
But my mum showed up on the second day I was there, with my rich uncle Andrew in tow.
"Right, this is it. I'm not having my daughter treated like some insane freak!" my mum shouted, as she dragged me to the exit.
My uncle Andrew assured the staff that I would still be being "taken care of".
I later found out that the only real reason my mum wanted me out of there, was because my "second-auntie-once-removed" worked on a different ward of the same hospital. Small world, I guess...
"Where are we going?" I asked, as I was shoved into the back of the car.
"Your uncle Andrew has kindly agreed to pay for you to go to a special wilderness therapy school," my mum replied.
"Yep, and you'd better not tell anyone we know about your time in that... place," added uncle Andrew, referring to the hospital we'd just left.
I decided it'd be best if I stayed quiet the rest of the journey.
We drove for hours. We stopped only once, for a bathroom break. When we arrived at this "school", we were greeted by a woman with blonde hair.
"Hey, I'm Sophie. You must be Kaylynn's parents," she said.
"Oh no, well, yes, I'm her mother, but this is my brother Andrew, who's kindly agreed to fund her time here," corrected my mum.
"Well, okay. It's nice to meet you both," Sophie replied.
"Lovely to meet you too," answered uncle Andrew, "But could we really be doing things a bit quicker? I have an important buisness meeting in a couple of hours,"
"Alright then. Do you want to stay and help Kaylynn get settled in?" Sophie asked.
"No, she'll be fine", my mum responded.
"Are you sure?" countered Sophie.
"Of course I'm sure, I'm her mother, and Andrew really needs to be going," my mum said.
"Is that okay with you, Kaylynn?" asked Sophie.
I shrugged, staring at the floor.
"She means yes," snapped my mum.
"I'm sorry. Mum's right, I meant yes," I said, quietly.
"Well, if that's all, we'd better be gone. Bye Kaylynn, I'm sure your mum'll call you sometime" said uncle Andrew.
"Bye sweetheart," my mum said, as she hugged me, awkwardly.
"Bye..." I muttered.
After an interview with Sophie where basically all I did was shrug and stare intently at the floor, and a quick medical examination where all I did was glare at the nurse (I mean, I had spent the last week in actual hospitals, so you'dve thought that I wouldn't need to be checked out again), Sophie took me to meet my group, the "Cliffhangers".
They were a bunch of delinquent weirdos. And I thought going to a normal state school was bad enough. How was I going to survive here without turning into one of them? But… What if I already was one of them? I must've been taken here for a reason, right? Still, I saw no way in which I could possibly resemble any of them.
The blonde girl was mouthy and sarcastic. I didn't like her at all.
The super-happy girl was just too plain happy.
The weird tarot-cards girl was… weird.
And as for the boys, well I hate boys. But they all seemed pretty horrible too.
I sighed, as I unpacked my stuff. I barely recognized any of it. I assumed that it must've been uncle Spencer who bought me all the outdoorsy clothes, but… ugh. I guess my mum must've told him no hoodies. Typical. Even though she wasn't here, she was still controlling my life…
I was interrupted from my thoughts as one of the girls walked towards me. I recognized her from earlier as the super-happy girl, Juliette.
"Hey, Kaylynn?" she said, cautiously.
I gave her a small, forced smile, then went back to folding my new clothes.
"Okay, so I know newbies are often, well… pretty scared. But I just wanted to say that, it's nice here, and if you need anything, then… Yeah. That bed over there's mine. So I guess you kind of know where to find me now, huh…" Her voice trailed off.
I gave her another smile, nodded, and continued with the clothes folding.
"Oh, and Sophie told me to tell you that we have group in half an hour." Juliette remembered.
"Group?" I asked, quietly.
Juliette smiled at the fact that I'd said something, then responded, "Yeah. Group. It's where we, y'know, talk about stuff."
Talk about stuff. Sounded awful already…
AN: Okay, so this is my first ever fanfic. And, because I'm British I might've messed up a bit with anything that's different in the US. And... yeah. If anyone likes it, then I'll keep writing. I already have kind of a basic plan. So umm... (Feeling the awkwardness yet? Is it painfully obvious that this is my first ever AN?) Thankyou for reading, please leave a (preferably not too mean) review, (criticism is cool though, as well as corrections, etc.) And... yeah. ^_^
