Broken

| 24 | I'll Get Better

Week 1
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It's been a day of silence. There was a woman who came to escort me away from my parents. They took my phone because apparently, I needed to focus on myself for the time that I would be here.

I have my own room. It's small and it's very weird. It's all white, and the bed is pressed up against the left wall. The room is so small that there would only be room for another bed in here and that's it.

It's lonely, and I want to go home.

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A lady knocks on my door,  and I get up to go get it. She's the same woman that escorted me to my room. She wears a white, button down, blouse with slick black pants. Her blonde hair is parted down the middle as her waves fall down past her shoulders. She looks incredibly professional, and that alone terrifies me.

"Hi Grace. I just needed to speak with you about your stay here. Will you take a walk with me in the hall?" she asks. Her voice is so sweet. There doesn't seem to be a single rude thing about her. That must be part of the job, dealing with people like me. She must think I am so fragile. That would explain the way she's speaking to me. Like I could break at any moment.

I get up from the bed and step out of the room and we begin walking down the long, narrow hallway filled with other rooms like mine.

"Grace. This is not a scary place. This is a safe place. During your stay here, you will be having one on one therapy sessions with one of the best in the business. Also, you will be having group discussions with people who are going through the same thing you're going through. You will eat in our cafeteria, you are free to join in any of our activities that we offer our guests. Those include reading in our library, movie watching in our theater room. Don't be fooled by the name, it's not much. And also we will have the garden available for you as well. The garden is always there if you need a minute to calm down. Do you have any questions?" she says to me.

I stay quiet for a moment, taking in all of the information I was just given until finally a question does pop into my head.

"How long will I be staying here?" I ask her, and it's so weird to hear my own voice after the hours I've just spent getting settled in. Alone in that room. No one to talk too.

"Two weeks. If our staff feels that you need more time, then it will be longer than that. Your stay here all depends on the progress you're making." she says to me, and I feel myself become completely silent. The lady rubs her hand on my back making me calm down a little bit more.

"You're going to be ok, Grace." she tells me and right now, she's all I have to believe.

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I just got out of my one on one therapy with a kind man that made me feel really comfortable in there. He let me vent about all of my problems. At first, all of my problems were about the bullying, but then I told him all about Tyler. The man smiled at me when I stated gushing about him and he wrote down plenty of notes in his notepad. I don't know if I should be nervous or happy about that.

Now I'm off to the group session. This worries me. I have social anxiety for the first part. For the second, I hate people, but I have to look on the bright side. That's what the therapist said. He told me that I needed to start seeing the good in things, so I'm working on it.