These women have now grown into their own. They have kids, families, career's, friends of their owns. They can't rely on their parents to handle things for them now. Each of them had to grown and do things their way.
Maybe it's wrong, maybe it's rig...
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Langley Porter Psychiatric Hospital & Clinic
Yes, I have been strictly committed to a mental hospital for the last going on six years. But tada, today is my last fucking day and these bitches can suck all of my dicks. Bunch of twigs hoes.
I would also, love to say that I did get my master's in Chemistry. My parents help me switch over to the University of San Francisco which is where the mental hospital is. I finished and it was nice to walk across the stage with everyone last year.
I do have all of them under control, a little bit. Scarlet Harlot came out a few times, someone got hurt but like they were able to get revived so they didn't really fucking die. So, that's fine.
"Jordan?" The nurse said as I was signing out because today is my last day.
"Yes, Ms. Dincklebridge?" I smiled at her.
"My name is Mrs. Horn. Please do not come back," she said.
"Hmm. For what you all did to Jimmie, I should come back tonight." I smiled and snatched my bag of things off the counter and tipped her plant over on her as she sat there.
I may have faked some documents and had Jimmie sent over here two years ago. These mother fuckers gave him a lobotomy. He is worse than before, he doesn't talk except once a day. He is dull half the time like he is still Jimmie but not Jimmie.
"I hope you die dick twat," I said as I walked out the doors.
"Ahh look ladies there's a fucking bird." I smiled going through my bag to get these twenty medication prescriptions out.
"Don't need these." I smiled and dropped the bag in the trash by the curb.
"Jimmie?" I said as I looked across the street. He got released last week.
I ran across the street and he looked as if he hadn't eaten, showered, slept, or even moved. He still had on the same clothes he left out in.
"Jimmie?" I said. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked.
"He's probably been out here the entire time, no one even noticed," J said.
"Jo..jor.. Jordy hi," he said looking at me stuttering per usual.
"What are you doing out here?" I asked.
"I..have no ho..home," he said.
"You have not been out here the entire time? Did they know that?" I asked he just nodded.
