Angelina-
There is many things in this world that I could be doing instead of sitting in this old ass dump. Group therapy was not heaven on earth if you ask me.
I rocked back and forth inpatient and just wanting to get out of there. I twiddled with my fingers in my lap and I could feel them getting clamly. My eyes were just wide open and just staring into the distance. Some people say I looked distressed but really I'm just relaxed.
"Angelia, do you have anything on your mind?" I heard Lizzy's voice ask. I looked up at the girl that was wearing white shirt and pants with a red cross across the front of it.
"No Liz." I snapped giving her an evil eye then looking back down at my in twined fingers.
"I already told you, you can't call me Liz , dear, exspeshaly when I am on the job!" I rolled my eyes as she tried to keep her voice calm.
"Liz, I already told you don't call me dear, especially when you're on the job." I mimicked back making her mad. They should really find a therapist who can handle kids with problems and doesn't have a short temper.
I snarled at the the few kids that were laughing as my mock as I slumped back in my seat. Liz and I already went over for the past 3 months that she can not call me dear, hunny, sweatie or any of that stuff other wise I will get her fired. Which, yes, I can do.
Liz gave up on me a little while ago, I know that, but she herself and all the rest of the staff dont know that. I can just tell.
I scrached at the stiches on my hand that were annoying the fuck out of me, then again ever sence my dad left everything has been annoying me.
My mom put me in this hell trap when he left because she thought I was messed up or something, what an ass.
"Angelina stop playing with your hands, you are going to have to go back to the hospital again if you keep it up, hunny." Okay maybe Liz pushes me over the edge a little.
"FUCK YOU!" I stood up shouting and the chair fel to the floor with a thud behinde me. I stormed oveer to th door and flung it open to a lady standing there looking down at me.
She was tall and had a long nose and looked like she was using too much botox. "Can I help you?" She snarled at me.
I shoved hr to the side and ran to the back doors. I could hear them calling after me and I just piked up my pace. I turned the corner and hid in a closet. They were going to find me sooner then later sense there is about 100 cameras in one hall way but it was a good time to sit it out.
I heard a banging on the door and I screamed at the top of my lungs nearly piercing my own ears. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" the banging stopped. I could hear a faint ticking noise in the back of my mind getting louder and louder.
I closed my eyes tight and them open them right as a burst of light came into vision and flooded into the back room.
"Come on time to go home." My mom narrowed her eyes at me like she was fed up with my jokes, but what was I joking about?
I got up and fallowed her out to our new home. Yes finally, home again.
