One Boy's Mind

This situation is becoming more and more awkward as time progresses. I keep wondering why I'm here. I know the reason, but it hasn't quite hit me yet. I can't make reality out of it. This room is cold and it smells like toothpaste. Of course to me, every hospital smells like toothpaste and old people. This place is slightly different though. Does it smell like Ramen noodles in here? That's odd. I mean I know they keep patients here for long periods of time, but they feed them Ramen noodles? Maybe it wont be so bad after all. Of course thats a lie. Its a mental hospital how couldn't it be bad? My mom says not to call it that. She said I just need a little help with my self harming. In other words shes giving up on me. My parents don't understand me. Wow how cliche is that? Its true though. They think I do drugs just because other kids talked me into it. Thats not the truth.
Wow that girl was really pretty. Hopefully shes my therapist?
Anyways, it isn't the truth. It just eases the pain just like a blade to my skin. Of course if I told my parents that maybe they'd take me to place my mom would call " a real mental facility." I wouldn't doubt it at this point. My father keeps talking about military school. He'd never really send me there right? I don't think he would. Seriously though that girls hot. Maybe I should ask her something. Like what time is it? Oh yeah she'd love that. Of course she looks way older than me. Probably 21 maybe 22. Thats only 5 or 6 years though. Ha. That's so against the law, but I can't help how my mind wonders. I mean that dress she's wearing is spectacular. If only it were a few inches shorter. Wow i'm starting to creep myself out. I'm in a mental hospital and I'm fantasizing about a nurse or therapist or whatever she is. Damn shes hot though. Lovely legs. So anyways, My father owuldn't send me to military school. I even know that. I'm just being dramatic. I mean I am depressed here. Can't I have some pity? Not that I need it or anything. These walls are freakin' ugly. Someone needs to paint them. White is so boring. There she is again. I can see it now. Her staring into the stained white walls while I tell her my whole life story while staring at those perfect thighs. A sixteen year old boy can dream right?