My mother drops me off in front of the famous Briarcliff Manor this fine Saturday morning. Everyday for the next five months I'll be coming here for my semester project.
" Good luck honey. Call me when you're ready to come home."
I say goodbye to her and make my way up the stairs. By the time I reach the top, I am greeted by a middle-aged woman.
" Miss Lavender, welcome, my name is Donna Lamb. We spoke on the phone Monday."
" Yes, hello."
" We are so pleased to have you here with us. Why don't you come with me to my office before I show you around." she says.
" Yes, ma'am."
I follow Ms. Lamb to her office while being stared at by both patients and doctors.
" Don't pay much attention to the stares darling. They are all curious about you and your project."
" They know?" I ask.
" Indeed. They have the right to know."
" Of course."
" Please sit. Tell me more about this project."
I tell Ms. Lamb about the project and what I hope comes from my research and experiences. She tells me she hopes I accomplish what I seek and adds that if there's anything she can do to let her know. After our meeting, she shows me around and introduces me to a few main doctors. Ms. Lamb also shows me where I am to check in everyday. Everyone I've met so far has been very nice.
" Miss Lavender, as much as I am excited to have you begin your journey, I feel that maybe you should begin Monday at four o'clock." Ms. Lamb tells me.
" Yes, ma'am. I agree. How long am I allowed to stay?"
" How long can you stay out?"
" Ten pm on weekdays and eleven on weekends." I reply.
" Then nine-thirty on weekdays and ten-thirty on weekends."
" Sounds great."
" I'll see you Monday." she says with a smile.
" Monday at four."
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We Are More Than The Doctor's Paper
General FictionA book about Mental Illness. Includes information and a story. I suggest you read to learn more. All characters are fake and the story line is fake that I thought of out of my own mind. Please do not read if easily triggered. I am writing to inform...
