A story of a mentally ill girl (Allison Sanchez) who falls for a mentally ill boy (Colby Brock)
Her past was traumatizing, and he wants to know everything about it. Shes shy, but also energetic, loud, funny, weird, and over all a great person. She d...
A shadow in the doorway catches my attention. A boy. Is this who nurse rose was talking about? Hes a brunette with bright blue eyes. His hair swooped to the side, Emo style. Hes my height maybe a little taller. We hold eye contact for a few seconds before he speaks.
"Hi." His voice is on the deeper side. sounds almost raspy.
"Hello." i reply in a shy voice.
"May i come in?" He asks.
"Of course." I say with a shy smile. he smiles in return. I jump off my bed and pull out the chair to my desk. i roll it over near my bed. Ive never had another patient in my room.
"Im Colby." He says and puts his hand infront of me. I shake his hand. His hands are soft and warm.
"Im Allison. N-nice to meet you." I studder. He smiles. we let go of each others hands.
"Nice to meet you too." he smiles a toothy grin.
"How old are you?" I question.
"16. ill be 17 January 2nd. What about you?" he asks
"16. ill be 17 March 19th." i reply.
"Where are you from?" he asks
"I was born here in Kansas. My house is 4 lefts, 2 rights and 3 exits from here. What about you?" I ask.
"I was born here too. My house is 1 left, 2 rights and 3 exits from here." he says with a smile. His smile its genuine.
"Thats cool. we live close to each other" i say with a small smile. I observe as he looks around my room. He studies my paintings on the walls and all my hung up art. He picks up my tiny koala plushie that dad gave me a few years back. he takes a selfie with it.
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"Koalas are my favorite animal." He states.
"I prefer wolves, but koalas are a close second." I reply. He smiles at the plushie.
"Why are you here?" He asks.
"Trauma, self harm, rape, depression, anxiety, and eating disorder." i list all the reasons counting them off on my fingers. I look up and see his expression changes from serious to concerned and somber.
"Jesus." I hear him whisper under his breath.
"What about you?" I ask
"Self harm, depression, anxiety, and eating disorder." he lists.
"Oh so not as terrible but just as bad." I say trying to be nice.
"Yea pretty much." He replies.
"so when did you get here?" I ask
"Ive been in and out since in was 10. i just got back, like 3 days ago." He states.
"Me too. I just got back about an hour and a half ago. My dad is going over seas and he brought me back because i self harmed this morning, and because he knows he cant leave me with his abusive wife." I state.
