Ramona didn’t want to say anything. She didn’t want to tell the girl about her obsessive compulsive habits (though she guessed Abby could tell just by looking at her) or about the amount of pills she had to take each morning. She didn’t want to pull up her sweatshirt and show Abby her scars. She wanted to seem normal. At least, as normal as she could be in a mental hospital. “I don’t handle stress. What about you? Pretty girls don’t usually end up in bad places.”
Abby pulled her legs closer as the girl started to pick at everything. “Why did they send you here?” She asked as she watched the girl, organized everything and everything in the right place. An anorexic with a person with OCD. Abby knew that this was either going to be a good thing or a horrible thing.
“Ramona. I don’t like nicknames.”
“same,I was told I could leave whenever I want before I came here,and now I find out I have to spend a year here bummer huh” “Whats your name?”
She bit her lip again and looked at her bed. The blanket was folded on the far end, opposite the pristinely white pillow. It was folded all wrong. She walked over, silently making the ends meet in a nearly perfect rectangle. Deciding it wasn’t good enough, she began to make up her bed. “You can call me Ramona.” It was all she could say. This room had too many distractions. It would all need to be changed.
Looking up at the girl, from first glance, no one would know that there was anything wrong with her. Well, out of everyone here, they might be one of the most normal ones. Hell, to Abby, since when did not wanting to eat land you in a mental hospital? “I’m Abby.” She said as she slipped her diary under her mattress and folded her legs in a criss-cross position as she watched the girl walk in, and the door close behind them.
Ramona grimaced. She had no idea how much longer she had to be here. “They probably won’t ever let me out,” she mumbled, rubbing her arm.
“I havent seen you around here before,I just got here. Im Amelia. How much longer do you have here. Dont worry it will go sooner than you know”
Ramona dragged her suitcase down the hallway, her throat sinking into her stomach. She hadn’t been here long; today was the first day that she was going to meet her roommate. From what Ramona had been told, the girl was nice enough. But what was nice ‘enough?’ There were kids at church who were nice enough, and they were horrible sinners. There were adults who were nice enough, and they had sent her here. There was that boy who was nice enough … and now she had lost her virginity. Biting her lip, Ramona slipped into the room, seeing a small girl on one of the beds. “Uh … hey,” she mumbled, looking down.
Today was the day that Abby was finally going to meet her new roommate. In a way, she was exited because she was going to have someone to talk to when it was lock up for the night. But yet she loved being alone, not having to share the room. But like everything, there were pro’s and con’s to it. Listening down the halls, she heard someone coming down the hall. Sitting on her bed, her pajamas on hiding her small frame as she watched someone walk in. “Hi.” She said softly.
No. I want to go home NOW.
Dont worry,I feel the same way. It will be over soon and we can go home.