“Well I guess they
gave me the wrong name then.” I laughed in a
sad kind of way letting my eyes drop to the floor. The smile leaving my face as
quickly as it came. She was wrong, I was not beautiful.
The beauty of the surroundings was astounding. Nothing like what was
expected of a psychiatric unit. I had never really considered it when I was on
the other side of the fence, when the tall three story red brick building that
towered beside me wasn’t what I had to
call home. It was still hard to believe that I had now been in there for a
month, what was harder still was apart from the short journey between the main
building and the school I had not been out in a month either and my mind began
to drift to all the questions that it had been concealing. I mean what was
happening out there? How would of little rosy grown? Had Annie and Paul ever
forgiven me? Did they miss me? Did they even remember me? My mind even floated
to my mother. Where was she now? Who was she with now? Did she ever find
another bloke? Was he in turn using her as a punch bag? Had she once again made
a close friend at the bottom of a bottle of vodka? Did she miss me? Did she
ever regret throwing me out? Did she even know I was here? Was she even alive?
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