Skye's Blue

1.

Today's date was the 28th August. It was also the two year anniversary of my parents being killed in front of me in our kitchen and now here I am standing at the entrance of a psychiatric hospital in London waiting to be taken to the airport.

I was sent to this hospital about six months after my parents were killed in result of me lashing out at my friends at school. Apparently, I couldn't cope anymore. It turns out that it's not socially acceptable to attack your friends and physically assault them because you didn't agree with what they said. I probably learnt that the hard way.

In all honesty, I thought I had been coping perfectly fine, but when I read the statements that my friends had wrote about me, I realised that I was wrong. I had shut them all out completely and destroyed myself in the process. I was upset at first but I didn't care that much towards the end because none of them had even visited me once for the whole 18 months that I had been in this hell hole. I guess that they weren't really my friends after all.

From the day that my parents were killed to the day that I was admitted into this place, I went on a downwards spiral and ended up doing things I deeply regret. I broke up from my boyfriend about 3 weeks after their death, started skipping school and going to house parties to drink as much as I could to forget the pain. That's when my reputation really went downhill. At first, my friends were defending me by saying that I had a lot of things going on and that I didn't mean to break up with Luke and that sleeping with a guy from our rival school was a mistake but they soon stopped protecting me when I decided to partake in trying drugs and getting into trouble with the police. I'm not proud of doing these things but I just didn't care about anything anymore.

I can remember my last day of school so clearly.

We were in our fifth period lesson, PE, I remember that much. I not sure what exactly my friend had said but I remember walking up to her telling her to repeat it. She did and then I flipped. I started screaming in her face and punching her and pulling her hair. I had lost control. Girls were screaming drawing attention to us and comments started to fly left, right and centre.

'A wild animal!' someone shouted.

'That bitch is psycho!'

'She's going to kill her!' another person screamed

'Someone get her away.'

'Skye should be locked up!' one of my friends shrieked.

Everyone was gathering around to watch me attack Beth as I had her on the floor and wouldn't let her get up. I remember seeing the fear in her eyes as she tried to cover her face with her arms but I didn't let up. Even when the teacher, Mr Walker, had wrapped his arms around me and was dragging me away, I still tried to claw at her as I was screaming. Mr Walker had taken me all the way to the principal's office and had called my aunt to collect me. I didn't go back to her house though. She turned up at school hysterically crying saying that she couldn't cope with me anymore and then, BAM, I ended up being sent away here.

I shuddered to myself returning back to the real world and noticed the taxi pulling up the driveway. The hospital had received a call from a relative that lives in America. Apparently my mum had a cousin that moved to Arizona when she was in her twenties and they lost contact. She was contacted from my aunt that gave me up to burden her with the news and that my parents had a daughter that was in a psychiatric hospital. My mum's cousin hunted down the phone and rang the hospital straight away offering me a home with her.

Sighing, I tucked my long, dull light brown hair behind my ears and picked up my tattered, old gym bag. I chucked it into the back seat before clambering in beside it.

"Where would you like to be taken, ma'am?" The taxi driver said looking at me through the mirror with beady eyes.

"To the airport please, I have a flight to catch." I mumbled back to him.

I slouched back into the seat as the taxi headed towards the airport. I looked out of the window watching all the houses and cars that passed us by and I slowly fell asleep.

The sun was setting when I woke up and noticed that we were pulling into the drop-off point of the airport. Once the taxi had stopped in a space, I took the money out of the pocket of my coat, pushed it into the drivers hand and then climbed out of the taxi. Making sure that I had the travel documents and everything I needed, I made my way towards the doors of the airport.