Call me an artist because I draw attention
"So you're the new girl?" A short chubby girl stood in front of me crossing her arms said.
"Yeah, I guess. What's it to yah?" I replied with some attitude. It was 2:30 A.M. you can't expect me to be exactly pleasant.
"Oh, so we got a tough one. Very nice, but yah know girl, you use that attitude against some of the girls in here and you'll get smacked and beat the fuck up before you can even blink."
"It's not like I haven't gotten into fights before." I said shrugging my shoulders.
"Now I kind of like that attitude. What's your name?"
"Pretty name. Mine's Angel, but put religion on me and you'll get a mouth full."
"Wasn't about to."
"Dimarnia, we need to get your weight!" The staff member yelled.
"You'd think they'd be quiet for the kids sleeping." I said under my breath.
"Ha, they could give two shits. Their all bitches. See yah new new girl." She said them walked away back to her room.
Fuck, I can't fall the hell asleep. I have that mother crappin disorder insomnia. It's just about the worst thing ever. Well, no actually, I take that back. There are a lot worst things. Most of those dang things have happened to me. To my family. To my friends. Some people are just complete assholes.
My language will probably get me in a lot of trouble around here. That's the way my last hospital was. These places just all around suck, they think they help you. Fuck no, these places make you worse. You hear other peoples stories. I got in my first hospital when I was 10. But, I ain't gonna go into detail about that.
I should probably go out and see if I can get some sleeping drugs.
"Dimarnia, it's time to wake up darling." A staff gently said to me.
"Fuck you." I said rolling over and sticking my middle finger in her face.
"Young lady, we do not talk like that in this hospital!" She yelled like I gave two shits.
"Yeah we do Edna. You ain't gonna try and lie to this girl." I rolled over and saw what must've been my roommate.
"Exactly! You think I haven't been to these places?" I said irritated.
"No no, I can defiantly tell you have. With that attitude, there's no doubt in my mind." She said walking out of the room.
"Fuck you yah old bitch!" I yelled.
"Yeah, fuck you Edna!" My roommate yelled.
"She's a fucking bitch." I said after she left.
"Yeah, all the staff here are. I'm Emily by the way." She said extending her hand.
"Dimarnia." I said shaking her hand.
"Oh and I'm sure she'll give you points for having your shirt off."
"Oh I don't give two shits."
"Do you always do that?"
"Sleep with your shirt off?"
"Oh yeah, it's more comfortable."
"That's sexy." She said winking at me.
I smile and wink back and go to put a shirt on. She's pretty cute. She's mixed, black and white. I can tell that much. She has black and pink curly hair. It's not too curly though, I can tell she wants it to be straightened. I want mine straightened too. I hate my hair being curly or wavy. My hair is brown, blonde and a electric blue color. I just got it done yesterday actually. When the hospital told us that I was going inpatient again and that I could go home and pack, we did my hair. My mom did mine and my moms girlfriend did my sisters. My other sister went around and got some of our stuff packed. My sister went to a different hospital. My mom is gonna try and get her switched to here. We have a messed up family.
When we get to breakfast everyone noticed me.
"Dimarnia!" I looked over and saw Angel running over to me "Guys this is my little baby doll!" She yelled.
"Hey!" most people screamed
"Hey bitches!" I screamed and they all laughed, well, mostly all of them.
I sat down to eat with Emily and Angel. They introduced me to their little group.
That was pretty much their group. They said the rest weren't important enough. They pointed to some of the hot guys across the cafeteria.
I was anxious to know why some of them were here. Anyone else into what I was? Then again, who wasn't?