Now when the group leader said it was story time Olivia couldn't hep but chuckle. She then burst out laughing as she saw a bunch of grown adults gather onto a circle on the carpet.
"It looks like we have a new friend here today"
Okay they might not be talking about me.
"Her names Olivia"
crap
"So Mrs. Oliva would you stand up and tell us your story."
Oliva gazed at all the people and caught Mrs.Pastel's 'i-told-you-so' smirk. She took in a deep breath, stood up fixed her sweater and spoke.
"I'm depressed. I've tried to kill myself twice. Last time I got caught. Now I'm here."
Everyone stared and Olivia felt the familiar feeling of panic in her stomach. They were judging her.
This is why I shouldn't talk.
YOU ARE READING
the mental ward
Teen Fiction{squeal to "The Messy Bun Theory"} padded walls don't exactly help the mind breath.
