Battle Scars // H.R & C.D

Rehab Clinic

Hi, my name is, how was your day, I have, I have had it for, what triggers it, how I will fight it. Blah. Blah. Blah. I thought about why I had to be here. Cameron said it was for the best. I am not so sure about that anymore. My turn. I sighed. "Hello.." I began, taking a shaky breath. "My name is Michele Ashton Dallas. I'm doing just perfect. I...self harm and I have um eating disorders." I continued. The whole room was spinning but I could still feel every judge mental eye staring at me. "This has been going on since uh.. 2010. Even breathing in this messed up world triggers it. I am sick of fighting it." I broke down, I can't do this, I grabbed my bag and stormed out, letting anxiety and thoughts rush over me. I stood in the parking lot for a while then dialed the only number I knew.

"Yeah?" He said confused.

"It's Michele...can you pick me up?" I said.

"Yeah, just a minute." He sighed in disappointment.