buried alive

I looked up as one of the many nurses came to tell me it was time to go to my therapy appointment. I sighed and shooed her away before getting up and going into the bathroom. The place I was currently staying at, I didn't belong. It was a place for people with really messed up lives, not some girl who "accidentally" cut herself and whose parents flipped out when they saw it and instantly wanted to have her locked up and labeled as a threat to herself.

I sighed as I stared in the mirror at the ugly uniforms they made us wear. The pants were an ugly shade of blue or maybe green, I wasn't sure which and the t-shirt was so brightly colored yellow that I wanted to rip my eyeballs out every time I looked at it. They also gave you those Velcro shoes in case anyone "tried to hang themselves cause of the laces".

I gave up on trying to make myself look nice for my therapy appointment and made my way out of the room. The nurse escorted me down the halls and around the corner where all the therapy rooms were. My therapist was named Dr. Sanders and I was actually happy about who I had gotten cause he was one of the cuter therapists here, not sure if he was a real doctor though.

The nurse knocked on the door and we heard a "come in" and that's when she left me. I opened the door and walked in, closing it behind me. "Good afternoon, Dr. Sanders." I said, trying my best to put on my "happy" voice.

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I sat in my chair in my office looking over Brooke's chart. I had been her therapist for the last four months now, ever since her last one was mysteriously attacked with a letter opener, and I was trying to determine what exactly was wrong with this girl.

From all I could see, there was nothing, honestly, maybe your standard seasonal depression. She wasn't always depressed or sad or moping around and talking about how she hated it here; no, usually our sessions went well. She would tell me about her life before her parents locked her up in this place and what she planned on doing once she got out.

One of the other therapist told me she believes Brooke has a crush on me and is just trying to manipulate me. Do I believe it? Not at all. Not once, in the last four months, has Brooke made any advances towards me. She's nice though, always greeting me with a pearly white smile and giggling at my horrible jokes, of which there are many, I don't see how they would take that as flirting.

Speaking of Brooke, I looked up as someone knocked on my door. "It's open!" I called. The door opened a second later and in walked Brooke with her perfect white smile. I returned one, "good afternoon, Brooke." I said, getting up to close the door behind her.

I looked at Samara and smile at her as I take and shut the door behind her. I let her take a seat on the sofa, as she had many times beforehand. I smile sitting in the arm chair near it as she kicks her shoes off and gets comfortable. "How are you, Samara?" I ask her as I watch her closely.

The last therapist that the woman had, said she had tried to commit suicide in here. Past four months, she had never attempted to do anything. I had been confident in her progress that she was making.

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Sitting in the chair as I look at Dr. Sullivan. I smile at him as I sit there quietly like normal at first. People said I was just being my usual self, because I had a thing for him. That wasn't so. I was myself because he actually believed everything I had said. When I was younger, I had tried to kill my step-mother. But it was the other way around.

I had gotten the blame, and had been placed in this stupid place. Now I was stuck here. I just hoped, and had to keep hoping that I'd get out soon. That I could get out and live my life like I wanted. "Good afternoon, Dr. Sullivan." I smile brightly.

@ shepard of fire;

I looked up from playing with a loose thread on the shirt and smiled at Dr. Sanders. "Oh you know, I'm okay but I would be a lot happier if I wasn't trapped here anymore." I said. I went back to picking at the thread again before looking back at him, "how was your weekend? Do anything exciting?" I asked. At least he got to leave this hell hole on the weekend.

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I smiled as Brooke greeted me. "Good afternoon, Brooke." I said, sitting down in the chair across from where she was sat. "How are you feeling today?" I asked as I tapped my pen lightly against the desk. I never really wrote down anything on Brooke anymore cause her answers were usually the same. Once in a while she'd open up and tell me something new but that hadn't happened for over a month.

I stare at her and frown, "I know you want out of here." I told her honestly. "I am trying to make that as possible as I can." I admitted to her and smiled. "Look, I'll do whatever I can I swear." I told her as I saw her picking the thread. "Are you nervous or anxious?" I question her.

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I shrug my shoulders, "I'm here." I tell him forcing the smile on my face. Deep down, I was drowning. I wanted out of this hell. I wanted to see what was beyond these walls. What life was outside of this, beside's the fruitcakes inside of this place.

@ shepard of fire;

I listened to him speak but I didn't know if I believed his words. He had been telling me that for the last month and still nothing. I stopped when he asked if I was nervous or anxious. "I guess both...my parents are coming to visit today and that's never a good sign." I sighed.

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I hated seeing her so sad, I knew all she wanted was to get out of this place. "I know you want to get out, Brooke, and I'm trying to get you out." I explained, putting my pen down. "You haven't shown any signs of aggression as your last therapist said you had and I'm trying to get the head of cooperate to release you as soon as possible." I explained.

I frowned hearing her words. Her parents were the reasons he'd been in this place. I knew she'd attempted suicide, but normally patients were released within weeks. I let a sigh escape my lips, as I look at her. "Do you want me near when you visit with them?" I question her as I stare.

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"I wish it would happen soon." I sigh staring at him. "I didn't do anything to the therapist. That was my stupid step-mother when she was here doing a session with me. Of course they assumed it was me. Like that night, when she said I tried to kill her. She tried to kill me. I never once picked that knife up." I sigh staring at him.

@ shepard of fire;

"Please...I already know what's going to happen. They're going to talk about how perfect my older brother and sisters lives are and how if I was anything like them I wouldn't be in this place." I sighed, no longer picking at the thread.

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"I had a feeling it went some way like that." I sighed. Naturally they would blame the patient because she's already admitted. I frowned when she said her step mom had tried to kill her. "Why did she try to kill you?" I decided to ask. I know it was written down in her file but they put the blame on Brooke so no one knew the real story except her and her step mom.

I sighed as I stared at her, "You know I can put it to where they can't see you. On my order, I could lie and say they are causing your treatments to be a downfall." I told her as I stared at her.

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"She had been laundering money from my dad's company." I began sighing as I ran my hand through my long brown hair. Rising to my feet I walked around the office looking out the window. "I had found the paperwork, where she'd been doing so, and smuggling drugs in. Her perfect, rich life was about to end. At the snap of my finger, my dad would do anything. I was his only child." I frowned. "But when she found out she stabbed me in my stomach with the knife, and when I went down she began stabbing herself in various places. I went unconscious before anyone arrived." I pause sighing.

"I woke up here, and in restraints." I frown.

@ c0ntemptress

@ shepard of fire;

I looked up at him. "You can do that?" I asked, looking at you with hopeful eyes.

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I frowned. "I'm sorry, Brooke." I said. "I believe you though, your step mom needs help, not you." I said.

"I know what's best for you. All I have to do is tell them." I smiled at her as I took and cleared my throat. I picked the phone up looking at her, "Your call, angel." I told her.

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"Don't be sorry." I sigh looking back at him. "It's in the past, I am just paying for her craziness." I tell him as I walk over and sit beside of him.

@ shepard of fire;

I thought for a moment before nodding my head. "Go ahead. They don't care about me or else they wouldn't have locked me in here." I said.

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I looked at her and smiled. "What's on your mind, Brooke?" I asked, looking over at her.

After making the call I ended the phone call and laid my cell down. "It's done. So they can't see you anymore. What makes you think they don't care?" I question her.

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"I'd like to know why she did it? Was it jealousy, or revenge?" I sigh looking down at my hands. "If my father believes this whole ordeal, well being here should answer that question." I frown.

@ shepard of fire;

"They thought I tried to kill myself. That wasn't true, I cut myself on accident, after my brother had broken something but he went and told my parents I was trying to kill myself. So, they threw me in here." I said.

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I looked at her. "What did he believe after it first happened?" I asked, looking over at her.

"So in their eyes your brother is perfect, as to where you're what?" I frown. "I feel like that, I mean my parents think my sister is everything, and me I am just a thearpist. But I love doing it because I can help people." I smile at her.

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"That I wouldn't do a thing like that." I tell Jimmy.

@ shepard of fire;

"To them my brother and sister are gifts from God and I'm just the failure." I said and looked down. "Nothing I ever do is right, I'm always critiqued or told if I was like Jake or Clarissa, I'd be better." I sighed.

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"Well I have to agree with him. Sounds like your step mom is all sorts of crazy." I said.

I frowned hearing that, "No one should ever have to deal with that." I tell her. "That's how it is with my sister. She's god and I'm the devil. Cause I did stupid shit when I was younger." I admitted.

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"That doesn't cover it." I laugh lightly telling him.

"Like what?" I asked, smirking now. "I'm curious as to what stupid shit you did when you were younger" I giggled.

--

I chuckled. "Well for what it's worth, I'm glad I got you as one of my patients." I smiled.

"I almost set the school on fire. Tormented a teacher. Constantly fighting." I told her. "Just the tiniest stupid shit." I laughed and smiled at her.

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"Thank you." I smiled lightly as I picked at my nails. He was a very easy person to talk too. I heard the knock and sighed knowing it was the nurse. "It was fun while it lasted." I frown getting up as the doors open.