Thursday

It was Thursday, the next day. I'd been up for awhile. It was November 6 and morning. I looked over to my right and saw a young woman with black hair and brilliant blue eyes sitting up in a hospital bed.

"Hey," she said when she saw me; "I'm Morgan. I'm 17."

"Hi. I'm Margo. I'm 15. You're the same age as my sister Vanessa. She's a mystic."

"Oh. Nice to meet you."

"Thank you. You too."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"As are you."

Pause.

"Why are you here?" I asked Morgan.

"I was dating this guy and he was abusing me. You?"

"Oh. I fainted after a ballet recital last Saturday night."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Pause.

"oh. Sounds like my friend Lucy's brother's girlfriend. Well, that was in her previous relationship, before she got together with Matt, Lucy's brother. Lucy's 14. My sister Claire's 13. Lucy's sister Ruthie is 12. She and Claire model," I said.

"Oh. My sister Ashley's 11. She models and takes ballet as well."

"Oh. Lucy's brother Simon and her aunt Julie drink."

"Oh."

Pause.

"I have more siblings, as does Lucy," I said.

"As do I. how big is your family?"

"7 more siblings. You?"

"6. And Lucy's?"

"5."

"Oh."

Pause.

"We have group therapy in a bit with Sierra and Lila and some other people," Morgan informed me.

"Oh. Sierra? Lila?"

"Sierra's my best friend who also happens to be pregnant by her late father. No one knows where her mother is."

"Oh god wow."

"Yeah, I know. And we met Lila here. She's very nice but kind of shy."

"Oh."

Pause.

We walked out of our room down the hall and into another room. Several young women and 1 guy were sitting on chairs as was Megan. One of the young women was pregnant and had light brown hair. I assumed she was sierra. The other one had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes and gauze around her wrists. Morgan and I sat down in one of the chairs.

"Hey," I said to the pregnant one; "I'm Margo. I assume you're Sierra?"

She nodded.

"Yeah hey. My room's right down the hall in the opposite direction. I know where yours is," she said.

"Oh."

"Hi I'm Lila," the girl with gauze around her wrists told me.

In group therapy I learned that the guy was a drug addict, and one of the young women was an arsonist/pyromaniac. We talked about why we did the things we did. Mine was because I wanted to stand out, Lila's was because she felt no one noticed her as was Morgan's and Sierra's was unplanned.

After group therapy, I met Lila's friend Jessica. Kate, Lizzie and Lucy visited and they met Morgan, Sierra, Lila and Jessica.