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* ~`|~\ Hey. I don't really know how to start this..but my therapist said writing helps or whatever. So here I am I guess... I really don't know where to start. ... ... ... Okay so um- my therapist said to do an introduction or something and then 'tell my story' or, well, yeah that. So here I am. I'm Y/N L/N (last name). I'm 12 years old and I'm currently sitting in a mental hospital room. The gown is really itchy and everything feels wrong against my skin. I have H/C hair and um it's H/L.. I always get told I look pityfull. And I can feel there stares. .. I can hear their whispers. They think I don't know when they glance at my arms and there smile drops slightly. They think I don't notice the way they look at my figure. All 'skin and bones!'. Well uh yeah I don't care what you say just stop speaking too and about me. Thanks. 3/5/09 ...................................................................................................... 'knock knock.' 'Y/N, it's time for dinner please exit the room.' A lady's voice can be heard and Y/N gasps slightly and there eyes widen no matter how much the lady lowers her voice and how calm it sounds. You sigh and close the book, 'oh well, I'm kinda hungry..'
dinner was and always will be disgusting in the mental hospital. it taste lile rat poison, no, even WORSE than rat poison. I usually dont eat a lot of it because it tastes SO bad. It does'nt exactly help with my 'figure' though.
i finish eating my food and the nurse takes it off of me and i get sent back to my room. Atleast i was aloud to bring plushy's.. oh well ill continue writing tommorow.
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Hey sorry I'm leaving this unfinished because my mom fucking hates me and my dad fucking hates me so yeah I'm prolly not gonna post until I find out what the fuck I did wrong sorry!!! ^_________^