I am doing a Flash Fiction.
Cut
By Patricia McCormick
Today is the first day I am going to Sick Minds. It is for people who have issues they can't break. My problem is that I take drugs so I will forget my problems. I also cut myself because I am sick of my life. We aren't suppose to bring drugs or knives, anything that can continue our issue. But I have it all firgured out. Everytime my boyfriend visits me. He will bring drugs with him, so I won't have to stop. He is like a drug dealer we get high every single day with each other. We are finally here at this stupid place. When we enter someone from the front desk shows me my room and then takes me to a room. She says that all the girls are in a meeting that they have everyday. When I enter the room all heads turn to me. I start blushing I don't like being the center of attention. I go to the back of the room beside a girl that looks about fifteen.
"Hello, my name is Claire. Can you tell us a little about ourself," a girl says.
"Well, my name is Ava. I am here because I have an issue of taking drugs and cutting myself"
Out of the corner of my eye I can see the girl who is sitting beside me pulls her shirt down. So she is holding it tightly with her fingers.
"So Callie," the girl beside me snaps her head at Claire. "What do you think of Sick Minds trying to help us out."
The girl beside me, that now his a name, just shrugs.
"Do you ever think about going back home?" Claire asks Callie.
Callie doesn't answer her. What is her problem? What is so hard about answering that question. Does she not talk or something. I don't like this place already. I hope I can go home soon
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