Chapter Eleven: PICFL
Disclaimer: I own nothing
*Katie's POV*
I sighed out of nervousness as my mom left me alone in the mental institute building. It was really cold and clean here.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Jamison! I'll be your supervisor for your sessions. Right now, your group is going to do morning therapy and then you'll do school work, then lunch, then the end of the day therapy. The day will go by fast." She said, smiling.
She opened a door and let me in.
"I'll let you five get familiar with Katie. I'll be back in about twenty minutes!" She said and left.
The room was deathly silent.
"Hi," I squeaked before sitting down in an empty chair.
"Hi! I'm Paisley!" A golden blonde girl wearing print colors and flowery prints said, cheerfully. "That's Hannah," She pointed to a softer-golden blonde girl with wavy hair. Hannah was dressed in nice, designer clothes.
"That's Ireland," She pointed to a girl with white blonde hair, in softer colors. Ireland looked off in her own world.
"And that's Lux!" She pointed at a girl with wavy brown hair. She seemed kinda normal-er than the others, but I shouldn't judge them.
"I'm fifteen. I'm here because I was abused and I have major anxiety and depression." Paisley said, quieter, but still in her confident voice.
"I'm fifteen. And I had bulimia and depression over my dad." Hannah said.
"I'm fifteen. I had anorexia, depression, and I had schizophrenia." Ireland said.
"I'm fifteen. I have depression and anxiety over my parents. I was also a little anorexic." Lux said.
"A little?" Hannah smirked.
"Oh hush!" Lux glared at her.
"She was malnourished to the bone." Hannah looked at me.
"What about you, Katie?" Paisley asked.
"I'm fifteen. And I'm depressed from incessant bullying. And, I have anxiety over even talking to people." I said, looking at the floor.
"Don't worry. We aren't jerks!" Ireland smiled. I nodded. That didn't fix the anxiety.
"It's always nice to have another brunette!" Lux smiled.
"We had a brunette in our 'group' but she ditched us." Hannah said, using air-quotes.
"Her name was Ellie. She moved to Canada." Ireland said.
"Oh," I nodded. "To be with the Biebs?" I smiled. They laughed.
"She hated him." Hannah said, smiling.
"I can't say I like him much, either. I mean, doing drugs, cussing, being a bad boy. Not very attractive. I think he just likes those headlines and being 'bad' gets him just that." I shrugged.
"I feel ya sister!" Lux and Hannah yelled out.
"They hate him. Ireland likes him. I like him." Paisley said.
"Oh, sorry, I-" I began.
"No, we get it all the time." Ireland smiled.
"Ok," I nodded, hoping I hadn't just ticked off two of my new group members.
Dr. Jamison came back in and forced me to tell the girls everything. About my suicide-attempt. What I did. How I felt. All that juicy seemed to understand, though. Which was amazing.
Dr. Jamison was right. My day went by a lot faster. I got all of the girls' numbers in my new phone. I was given a smart phone under the agreement that my mom and Kendall were able to read the texts at any given time. I didn't mind, though. I didn't say anything bad ever.
They were basically my four new best friends. On the ride back home, I started smiling.
During lunch, we decided to have an acronym for ourselves. One that no one can really figure out. Just for the five of us.
I voted on partners in crime. Lux thought 'for life' added on would make it harder to figure out.
So, our acronym is PICFL. And we laughed every single time we yelled out, "Pic-f-el."