Alice's Story 8Eight months passed. Alice was now sixteen years old. Samantha had recently turned twenty. Over the months, Alice and Max had grown close but Max's treatment was over and it was time for him to go back to his home in Iowa. They hugged and exchanged email addresses. Max promised to come visit her when he could and Alice promised that she'd email him as soon as she was well enough to leave the hospital. They hugged one more time and then Max left. When he left Alice felt alone. She slowly began to slip back into her depression. Feeling alone was the worst possible feeling she could have at that time. Alice tried to write out how she felt. She addressed the entry to her sister. When she was done she realized that she had written a suicide note. It listed all the events that led up to this point. All her old emotions flowed back into her like a tidal wave, crashing continuously onto her, crushing her inside. Tears over-flowed as she began to cry. She remembered the one thing that everybody
Alice's Story 7The nurse saw Alice and quickly took the pillow away from her. Alice gasped for air as her consciousness began to come back to her. Her eyes stung and were blurry from the tears. Ms. Natalie reached into her pocked and took out her keys. She unlocked the night-stand drawer and took out a bottle of pills and water. Once she had given Alice the pills and Alice had swallowed them down, she placed the bottle of water and the bottle of pills back into the drawer and locked it again with the key. Ms. Natalie then left and locked the door behind her. Alice started to calm down and when she stopped crying she looked at Max. He looked up from his book and stared back at her.
"You okay," he finally asked.
"For now," she replied softly, "Sorry you had to see that"
"It's alright. I tried the same thing when I first came here." Max said.
"Really," she asked curiously.
Max nodded and went back to reading his book.
After about an hour the nurse returned. It was time to take Alice and Max to the art r
Alice's Story 6The next day Alice had her first therapy session with one of the doctors. The doctor's name was Mr. Doe. He was tall and wore a long white coat. Mr. Doe had rectangular shaped glasses and blue eyes. Alice sat down in the chair.
"So what brings you here" asked Mr. Doe.
Alice was shy, but soon she replied with, "My parents died in a car crash. After that it was only me and my sister. She's nineteen. I started cutting once they had died. It gave me a sense of control and made me feel normal. You know, experiencing the pain from cutting. The pain made me feel alive, instead of feeling dead inside."
Tears started to form in her eyes but she he held them back and continued.
"I felt horrible when she found out. The look of sadness in her eyes just made me die even more inside. That's when I decided that it would be best if I came here. I want to get better for her so she doesn't have to worry about me anymore."
The therapist nodded and took a few notes down. Then he responded, "Well, you came
Alice's Story 5Nervous she pulled up her arm in silence. His face showed acceptance. She finally got up the nerve and said. "It started when my parents died in a car crash. It left only me and my sister. Once she found out that I was cutting, we decided that it was best if I came here. So, here I am".
"Ah. I'm sorry for your loss," He said, "by the way, what's your name?"
"Alice," she replied, "And yours?"
"I'm Max. Nice to meet you," said Max with a smile on his face.
The door opened. A nurse walked in and said, "Hi Max. Oh! You must be Alice. My name is Ms. Natalie. It's time for art. If you both would follow me I'll take you to the art room."
The teens followed Ms. Natalie to the art room. In the art room there were paintings all over the walls from past and present patients. Some were bright and happy, while others were darker. Each piece was full of emotion and told a story. Max walked over to a table where other four patients were drawing, painting, coloring, and making all kinds of
Alice's Story 4The next day Alice and Samantha arrived at the giant white doors of the hospital. They walked in together. Alice held a bag with a few items in it. Her bag held her journal and a pen, without the razor blade inside. The blade had been thrown out when her sister found out about her cutting. She also had a teddy bear that her sister gave her when she was little. When they had gotten inside a man greeted them at the front desk.
"Hello, how may I help you," He said.
"Hi, my name is Samantha and this is Alice. I called earlier. We're here to submit her for help." Samantha replied.
"Okiedokie. Just fill out this paper and give it back to me and that'll be it." The man said, giving her a clipboard with a sheet on it and a pen. "Just sit in any of the chairs here" he said gesturing towards the waiting room chairs.
They walked over to the chairs and sat down. Samantha started filling out the sheet while Alice fidgeted in her chair. The chairs were uncomfortable. It seemed as though t