****Drama club is officially over. My life is back. I can finally write and post without anyone or anything stopping me! OMG! I have said this before, but I was playing the Principal in my drama club show, and I was the only person who got a standing ovation on opening and closing night. (The show was on March 1st and 2nd). Actually, I was the only person who got a standing ovation period! BEST NIGHTS OF MY LIFE! Now for some sad stuff, I didn't get into the show Gypsy at my community theatre. I thought I nailed my auditon, but I guess I didn't. :( I wanted to be Dainty June...but who cares! They're other auditons to go out for! Like Our Town!

Another sad thing. I had summited my story Underground to a Writer's Digest contest and I didn't win. :( Read Underground (one of my stories here) and here's a question for everyone. Should my story have gotten a placing in the contest? From 1st to 25th place, where would my story stand?

I will start posting often again...so bring on the REVIEWS!

So anyways, thank you for your patience and...and IIIeIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOOOOOU! (RIP: Whitney Housten)

Enjoy! And REVIEW!

Chapter 4:

Since I wasn't asleep like I was supposed to be, I was forced to take sleeping pills. Let's just say that I will go to sleep at regular time and not wake up until the time I am supposed to wake up.

Today is my first day of Group Therapy. I get to meet all the patients, excuse me, 'Guests' here. Insert fake happy cheers. It is going to be one hell of a day that's for damn sure. Maybe if I be silent, nobody would notice me. I'll be part of the wallpaper. Forgotten, a piece of scenery.

The nurses, excuse me, 'Attendents' tell me to be dressed in 5 minutes. Then it would be breakfast, and straight after, Group Therapy. I search through my suitcase. I didn't have much time to pack, so Mom did most of it. She just randomly grabbed mis-matched shirts and jeans and shoved them in the case. Great! Now I'll really look like a freak! As I change out of my pajamas, I can't help but look at my body. I can see some bones, but it is clear that I gained a little weight from being tube-fed for a month. Soon those bones will come back...Wait! What am I saying? In one part of my mind, I want to get better but in the other part of my mind, it still wants me to be skinny. Can't I just think one thing instead of two?

I change into a NYPD t-shirt and my favorite pair of jeans. I notice that the jeans used to fit me snugly months before. now it is loose and falling down. I take a plain belt that was packed in the suitcase and loop it into my jeans, tightening it so that it won't fall and reveal anything. I go into the bathroom and look in the mirror. My face looks sickly: bony cheeks, sucken eyes. I used to be beautiful...now I am not too sure...

*S*V*U*

Breakfast was okay I guess. Ate half of it, was given an Ensure, but dumped it in the trash. Today I actually tried the Ensure. Gross! Absolutely bloody dreadful. Do these people give it to you as torture? Doesn't matter, didn't drink it.

Time for 'Group' as Sabrina calls it. Yay! I get to meet the freaks, excuse me 'Guests'. An attendent escorts me to this large room where there are a bunch of chairs formed in a circle. A few girls are already in their seats. Sabrina is one of them. She waves and I go over to the seat next to her and sit.

"Well, welcome to the place where you tell other screwed up kids your lifes and they pretend to feel sympathy. Nothing special," Sabrina says with a little laugh. After the rest of the kids come in and take their seats, the group leader, who was standing by the door greeting everyone, comes in and sits down in the last empty seat in the circle.

"Hello everyone! My name is Moriah and welcome to Group Therapy!" she says, a little too cheerfully. "We'll first start off by introducing ourselves, Kayla?" she turns to the girl next to her.

"Hi...I'm Kayla..." she says, before sobbing her eyes out. I envy her beauty. Large hazel eyes, light skin without a single blemish, medium-length brown hair with highlights. She wears dark blue jeans, a white blouse and a leather jacket like Mom's, only Kayla's jacket is clearly fake. Kayla has a crying episode for a minute of so before she bites her lip and stops crying.

"My name is Kayla Baker. I am 16 years old. I live in New Jersey. I am an only child. My Mom is dead...my Dad is a drunk, I hate my life," Kayla starts sobbing again. Moriah puts her arm around Kayla and says that she did a great job. Moriah then nods at the girl next to Kayla.

"My name is Cherry Montoya, I'm 17 years old. I lived in Texas for 15 years before moving here to boring New Jersey. I turned to alcohol a month ago, tried to drive home drunk, killed a person and ended up here. That pretty much sums up my life for y'all," she says with a southern drawl. While Kayla looks pretty, Cherry looks scary. Twisted face, messed up blond hair, brown eyes. She wears a purple skin tight tank top, blue jeans with a chunky belt and high-heeled boots.

"Very nice Cherry. Next?" Moriah nods at the next girl.

"My name is Savannah Wilkins. I'm...I'm 10 and I...am Anorexic," the little girl squeaks out. I feel bad for her. 10 years old and anorexic? "I live in New Jersey...Can I stop now? Please?" she whispers. Everyone looks sad now. This poor girl, I want to go and give her a hug right now, but I hold myself back.

"You are very brave Savannah," Moriah says to her still very cheerful. "Next?" Sabrina is next.

"Hi people. I'm Sabrina Carpenter. No relation to Karen Carpenter. I am 16 years old, I live in New Jersey, and I am a bulimic. My Ma had a mega freak-out when she caught me puking my guts out a month ago so I got sent here. This place sucks balls, but I learned to deal with this place's stupid and useless rules. I'm done," Moriah stares at Sabrina for a minute before shaking her head and looking at me. Shit! What do I say! What do I do?

"Um...Hi? My name's Rosalie Benson...I'm 14 years old...I live in Manhattan, New York," Everyone stares at me when I say that.

"What are y'all doing all that way out here?" Cherry asks.

"Do you see broadway shows everyday?" Savannah whispers. I have to smile at Savannah's question.

"Not always," I answer. "Anyways, my mom wanted the 'best place for treatment' and this must be the place,"

"Is your mom a lawyer or someone that gets payed big bucks?" Sabrina asks.

"Close...she is an NYPD detective for the Special Victims Unit, or SVU," I explain. Suddenly a girl that is sitting nearby me, jumps in her seat which gets everyone else's attention. She looks at me with this weird interested look.

"Jane? Do you have something to say?" Moriah asks.

"Like your real name?" Sabrina huffs.

'Jane' gives a death glare to Sabrina. She then turns back to me and we just stare at each other for a minute. She is another pretty girl. Greenish blue eyes, short brown hair, pale skin. She is wearing a blue and white striped shirt and a pair of blue jeans with chocolate brown Ugg boots. A pencil is sticking from her ear. The thing that stands out the most though is a peace signed headband around her head. 'Jane' blinks and then gets a shit-eating grin. Quick as wink, she then whips out a notebook that is under her chair and starts scribbling down something with her pencil.

"Jane put that away," Moriah asks, annoyed.

"Shut up, I'm writing," 'Jane' answers rapidly, not looking up from her notebook.

"This is Group Jane, not free time. Put your notebook away," Moriah tries again.

"Shut up, I'm writing," 'Jane' answers again rapidly, still not looking up from her notebook.

"Just put the stupid notebook away 'Jane Doe'," Sabrina joins in.

'Jane' looks up and gives Sabrina another death glare.

"My notebook is NOT stupid! The stupid thing is you!" she snaps at her.

"I am not a thing! I'm a 'she'!" Sabrina barks back at 'Jane' getting up and confronting her.

"Break it up," Moriah says, standing up.

"I'm going to be a writer one day and writing has helped me deal with having to share a room with a puking loudmouth!" 'Jane' cries.

"You fucking bitch!" Sabrina screams.

"THAT'S ENOUGH! If you don't stop this instant, you two will spend an hour in the Quiet room together!" Moriah cries which causes silence in the entire room. Sabrina marches back to her seat and sits down with a huff. 'Jane' sits down at her own seat, but turns to me and says,

"I'm sorry if I creeped you out. I just find you very...intresting,"

"That's alright," I respond with a shrug.

"She's a good writer," Savannah chimes in. "I've read her stories. They are very good. Can you read one out loud to us?"

'Jane's face turns a bright crimson. She holds her notebook tightly to her chest as if someone were to snatch it away from her any second now. She turns to Moriah.

"We don't have much time for that today, but maybe tomorrow," Moriah says to 'Jane' and everyone else. Savannah looked a little sad, but she shook it off quickly.

"Thank you everyone, you are dismissed," Everyone separates and leaves the room. 'Jane' gives a little wave as she walks down the hall.

"She's a whack," I turn around to find Sabrina behind me. "I hate being her roommate, she has these moments where she would get this eat shit grin and would pace back and forth in our room. Sometimes at night! She even talks to herself while she does it too. Creepy, like she is possessed,"

"I'm sure she is not THAT bad," I respond with a shrug.

"Ha! Well newbie, you still have a lot to know. Smell ya later!" she scoffs, before walking towards the Study Hall. I hate when she says that. It makes me feel as if I smell bad or something.