Chapter 77 : Apparently I’m a food type.

The day after chubby male Doctor by the name of Hastings announced that I could go home. What he meant of course was an ambulance was going to take me back to apple gate where I had an assessment with Doctor Jordan. I had now been in the care of Apple gate house for a whole 4 days; it felt like 4 damn years.

As the ambulance pulled to a stop outside of Apple gate I sighed, I didn’t want to be back here and I didn’t want an assessment with doctor Jordan. If he had any compassion he would not have put me here in the first place. If he had any compassion he would not try to save me from myself.

Jean had been on my observations when I was told I was allowed to go so she had been the one to ride back in the ambulance with me.

 “Out you get my pork chop.” She laughed in a jolly manner as she jumped down the big step from the ambulance to the pavement below helped by the paramedic; she then turned around and held her hand out for me. “Big step marshmallow.” (Jean liked to call people by the names of food.) I took hold of Jeans arm and she helped me down. My legs stung as they hit the tarmac even though they were still bandaged.  Limping slightly I thanked the paramedic (for what I wasn’t sure, taking me back to my glorified prison.) and made my way back to Apple gates big front door. Jean used her card key and let us both in with a smile and a shhh like I was walking into a den of sleeping lions.

"The rest are in their groups at the moment, mostly art therapy I think. We don’t want to disturb them. Suzanne, The art therapist is very funny about it.” Jean added the last bit in a hushed giggle. I gave her a smile back. I didn’t want to but it seemed polite

“You will probably be joining them soon, which will be better for you than just hanging around.” Jean added and I gulped hanging around seemed like a much better idea to me.

 “Come on then pork pie, he’s just through here in his office.” As we started to approach the door the panicked fluttering began in my stomach. I felt like a condemned woman. He would decide my life now and all the things I did weather I liked it or not.