I woke up the next day on a mission. To get my ass out of this place, and the way to do that? Give in. Or at least make Josh think I gave in. I'll make friends and talk in group. It's the fastest way out of here without injuring myself.
I starred at my closet wondering what I was going to wear (this happens everyday, ugh). I dug through a pile of clothes that I told myself I would never wear in this place due to how much I liked them. But I was tired of wearing long sleeves. I decided on an outfit I use to wear when I hung out with my boyfriend....ex-boyfriend I mean. Ugh. But it was still cute. After I put it on I looked at myself in the mirror and was pleased. I looked like the old me. I wore a short plaid skirt with a studded belt, a The Runaway State t-shirt and some combat boots. And to hide my arms some arm warmers that I haven't worn in years. All in all all that was missing were my extensions to give my hair a different color besides strawberry-blonde. My mom burned them. Damn her.
I took one more look at myself in the mirror and headed off to group. Time to open up to people. Ha. I was the first one in the room shockingly, besides Josh of course. He always came early. Like if he didn't he'd miss out on something. I sat in my usual chair and stared him down. He didn't look up from his notebook until a few minutes later when more people walked in. He looked as if he was looking for someone. When he couldn't find that person he sat back down and waited for everyone to quiet down. Sometimes this place reminded me of my high school, weird right?
After taking attendance Josh wasted no time and had Shelby start off. She "accidentally" killed her parents. The doctors say she was schizophrenic. You wouldn't be able to tell if you just looked at the girl. She was blonde, loved to wear pink, and was always smiling, with the exception of group. She was like me, we despised group, and each other.
After Shelby was suppose to be Zahira, my roommate. She didn't come back to our room last night and she wasn't here today. Thats when Josh informed us that her heart gave out last night while she was watching t.v. no one even cared that she was gone, and she actually had friends here. Thats what scared me the most, that if when I die, no one will care.
I was in my own little world when I looked up and noticed that everyone was staring at me.
"What?" I narrowed my eyes.
"We asked if you were alright." Shelby spat at me
I rolled my eyes "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Your roommate just died..." Lizzy said.
I looked at Lizzy and felt bad instantly, she was just 10 years old and was stuck in here for the same reason I was. Only she was much worse than me. She actually attempted suicide. Her long brown hair covered her eyes but I could tell she was starring at me.
"I'm fine."I said softly to Lizzy and no one else. Then I looked at everyone else "What irks me is that you guys are more worried about me rather than mourning her death. She actually talked to you guys and your all looking at me with concern when I don't even bother to talk to you except for in here."
Lizzy spoke up again "She knew she was going to die. We knew she was going to die. But we don't know about you."
Josh looked at his watch then looked around the room sighing. "Alright, the hour is up, Rinn we're starting with you tomorrow."
He got up and left before anyone could say anything. Once people started filing out mumbling I walked over to Lizzy. She always was the last to leave. I knelt down beside her and pushed her hair our of her eyes.
"Are you okay? I know you and Zahira were close."
"Well I'm here if you ever need me."
She nodded and I got up and walked out of the room. I don't know why but I felt like I needed to keep an eye on her, protect her.