Mikayla walked in and stood in front of my bed. I sat up in my hospital bed. I felt a stinging pain across my cheek. Mikayla had slapped me.
"What was that for?" I cried.
"For trying to kill yourself!" Mikayla cried back.
"Oh, I guess I do deserve it." I said and rubbed my cheek.
"Maybe I shouldn't have slapped you so hard," Mikayla kissed my cheek. "Does it feel better now?"
I nodded my head. Her kiss made it a thousand times better.
"Mikayla," I whispered.
"Yea?"
"I love you."
"I love you too." And then we kissed.
"Knock knock." Said the doctor and we broke the kiss.
"Hi," I said embarrassed.
"Does your girlfriend mind leaving, I gotta ask you some evaluation questions."
"No problem," Mikayla rubbed my cheek before leaving the room.
"Why did you try to kill yourself?"
"Because my dad found out I was gay and threatened to kick me out and I would rather be dead than homeless."
"Alright," the doctor scribbled onto a clipboard. "Do you cut?"
"No."
"Do you drink or do any drugs?"
"No."
"Do you starve yourself or make yourself throw up after eating?"
"No."
"Do you hear voices or see things?" The doctor asked me.
"No." I was beginning to sound like a broken record.
"Do you think you're gonna hurt yourself again?"
I paused before answering. Would I hurt myself again? I dunno if I would. "I might, I'm not really sure."
"Well, you made a very serious suicide attempt. And you may be a danger to yourself. We're gonna have to admit you to the adolescent psychiatric ward to be on the safe side. We'll send you there tomorrow. There, they may put you on medications and you'll have different forms of therapy. I'm gonna go tell your dad now. Do you want me to send your girlfriend back in?"
"Yes please!"
The doctor left the room and then Mikayla walked in a moment later.
"So what did the doctor say?" Mikayla asked as she sat on the foot of my bed.
"They're admitting me to the psych ward." I started crying. I was officially crazy.
"Oh, sweetie." Mikayla hugged me. "It won't be that bad, just remember to have a positive attitude and remember you won't be there forever. And then you'll come home to me!" Mikayla giggled.
"I like that idea," I said, "and you can wear a bow on you!"
"I could! I would look so cute with a red bow on top of my head!" We laughed.
Daddy, Mikayla, and I talked and laughed and the doctors took some blood, some urine, and ran some tests. I was so nervous about tomorrow. What is a psych hospital like? Do they have future Ted Bundys in there? Or future terrorists? What about those weirdos who worship Satan and sacrifice cats? Would they be there too? Or those girls at school who wear all black and cut themselves; will they be there? Would the girls from school who never ate be in the psych hospital too? Would I get attacked there? Would they put me on medicine? Would they release me because I'm not crazy like the other people there? What's it gonna be like there?
It was the next day. Time for me to face my fears. The doctors escorted me to the ambulance. The ambulance was gonna take me to the psych hospital. It was on the other side of UCLA's medical campus. It was too far to walk; I was still weak. I got loaded into the ambulance and we drove away.