I think I fixed my story now! :D

I arrived at the new hospital. My dad and I met with an admissions person. Then they walked me to my room. I was holding a suitcase filled with clothes.

My room was painted beige and had a single bed and a single chair. There was a built in closet in one of the walls.

"Here's your room Miley. We'll let you unpack later. It's time for group." Said the man who walked me to my room. I placed my suitcase down and followed the man down the hallway into a room with two large windows. You could see a lake out in the distance.

I sat in a chair and other people followed in. They sat in chairs too.

A woman and a man walked in and sat in the two chairs by the windows.

"So we have a new person joining us today. So, let's go around the circle and say our name and while we're here. Amanda, you start."

A really hot blonde spoke: "I'm Amanda and I'm here because I threatened to kill my family and then myself."

Great! One future Ted Bundy in here!

"I'm G-g-g-george. I'm here because I-I-I-I tried to cut off my tongue." The scrawny red head told me.

Great, another freak.

"I'm Cindy. I'm here because I'm severely depressed." Cindy had curly red hair. I really wanted to play with her curls. Maybe Mikayla would consider getting a perm for me.

A very frail older teen spoke next. "I'm Jacey. I'm here because I'm Anorexic."

"I'm Michelle, I'm here because my mom totally like flipped out when she caught me like purging." Michelle was blonde and reminded me of the popular annoying girls at school.

It was my turn. "I'm Miley. I'm here because I tried to kill myself."

Herby sat next to me. He tried to hang himself. And Dan tried to jump out of a car going 5 mph. What a weirdo. I consider myself the most sane one here.

In group we talked about feelings. And how feeling affect our actions. It was so stupid. I hate this place. We were sent back to our rooms to work on our goals about feelings and journal time. As I was writing a song about how much I hate this place, a young, hot woman knocked on my door.

"Miley, follow me. The doctor wants to meet with you." The woman spoke and waited for me to get off my bed. I followed the woman into a doctor's office. The doctor was looking at a file; probably my file.

"Hi, Miley." He shook my hand. "I'm Dr. Yates. I'm gonna be your psychiatrist while you're here. So tell me why you tried to kill yourself."

I told him the whole story. I told him my girlfriend was named Mikayla. I told him I was also Hannah Montana.

"That must be stressful to live two lives." Dr. Yates commented.

"It is. So how long will I be here for?" I asked.

"I'm guessing three to five days. You're suicide attempt was a situational thing, we'll probably focus on stress management skills and coping skills for when you get poor comments and reactions for being gay." He answered.

"Awesome because I hate this place so far."

He laughed. "Everyone says that. You can go back to group now."

I walked out of his office and went back to group. They were talking about their feelings goal. My feeling goal was to control my anger better.

Later, I met with my therapist. I repeated everything I told the doctor.

"Stressful," my therapist replied. She taught me some stress management skills and gave me a test to see how well I handle negative situations.

The next day was similar to yesterday. I met with Dr. Yates and my therapist, Maria. I did group with everyone. Only two more days left before I might go home.

Then the next day during lunch after seeing Dr. Yates and Maria for the third time, I got exciting news. I was going home before dinner! I could see Mikayla! I can see Dad, Jackson, and Roxy too!

Mikayla came with my Dad to discharge me. Mikayla and I packed up my suitcase as Daddy filled out the paperwork. Dr. Yates dropped by and asked for Hannah's autograph for his daughter; Maria did the same thing too. It made Mikayla laugh.

"My girlfriend gets asked for autographs even in the psych hospital." Mikayla joked. "So I guess our love isn't forbidden anymore, huh?"

"Nope," I answered, "But I've been thinking that I just wanna be Hannah. And I want everyone to know that Hannah is dating Mikayla."

"Do I still call you Miley?"

"Yup, I just won't have a double life anymore. I'm gonna lose the wig."

Daddy came and got us and we walked out of the hospital holding hands.

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