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this journey.
    I watched as the trees went whizzing by me. I wondered what made him leave me. He seemed so interested in helping me. Whatever, I wouldn’t be seeing him again. All I wanted was to go to sleep and leave this misery of a life behind me. A few years ago I decided to take matters into my own hands and end the misery I was living in. I tried to commit suicide. I was so tired of being teased at school, tired of feeling alone, and was just tired in general. I felt the world would not miss me if I were gone. Lucy had caught me with the blade in my hand. I was just making the tiny incision on my wrist before she leaped over and snatched the blade out my hand. I saw the tiny drop of blood hit the floor from the small cut I was able to make.  “Damn, I just wanted this pain to end.”
    “What are you doing?” she asked, huffing.
    “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be here, Lucy. It’s just too hard.” I was on my back sobbing with the tears dripping down the sides of my face. Lucy was in the hallway calling the House Mom to my room.
    “Yes you can, Misty. You are going to be ok. I am here with you and you WILL NOT leave me.” Tia, our House Mom, came storming into the room. She saw the expressions on our faces and knew exactly what was going on.
    “Misty, I’m calling the counselor. We can’t have this here.” She pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number. “Wait with her, Lucy, while I talk to them.” She stepped out of the room and began to talk to whoever was on the other end. Lucy sat next to me on my ridiculously small bed and stroked my arm.
    “Don’t scare me like that again. I can’t live here without you.” I nodded then we saw Tia reenter the room.
    “Misty, Dr. Ashlin is on his way. You are going to go away for a few days.” Great now they were going to lock me away in an insane asylum. My heart sank at the thought of not seeing Lucy every day, but I knew it was probably for the best. I ended up in the psychiatric ward with Dr. Ashlin for nearly a month. The first two weeks I was put on suicide watch.  They held me in a white padded room with no sharp devices. The room only had a bed, a small restroom and a TV. I had daily counseling after the first week of them calming me down. It was rough, but by the end of the month I was feeling somewhat human. Dr. Ashlin told me that I had a lot of pent up aggression and I needed to find new ways to deal with it. This is when I discovered my further love of art. Since I couldn’t draw, I used pictures to display how I was feeling and it helped calm my nerves. I was a little nervous to return home. I didn’t want people looking at me like I was a lunatic. When I did finally return, everything was exactly how I left it. My bed and room were untouched and Lucy welcomed me back with open arms.
    A man clearing his throat brought me back to the new hell I was in. I returned my eyes back to the trees as we zipped past them. I had nothing to do to pass the time, so I decided to try and sleep. My lids closed and I tried to dream of a happy time with my parents. I woke to the bus braking and wondered how long I had been asleep. I peeked my head into the isle and saw a pair of brown eyes staring at me. Why was he looking at me? He was seriously creeping me out. Once the bus pulled into the station, I darted off it to find a bathroom. I set my bag down before heading into the stall. When I finished my business and returned to the sink, I felt those eyes. I knew it was the man from the bus, I just knew it. I turned my head and saw him standing there looking at me, like he wanted to devour me.
    “What are doing in here?” He said nothing, but instead smiled. “You better get out or I will scream.” His yellowing teeth instantly made my stomach turn. “Please don’t hurt me.” Still he said nothing. He wasn’t moving or talking. I tried to move around him, but he moved in front of me, making me smack into him.
    “You not going anywhere girl.”