After Ida finished her little grooming speech, Atlas was enraged.

“So, Tell me Ida, Who exactly did this ‘atrocity’?”

Asked Nancy glancing over at Atlas and smiling darkly.

A fire began to grow inside me too.

“Nancy, as I stated, I can’t tell you that.”

Responded Ida slightly annoyed that Nancy flat-out ignored her.

“Breakfast!”

Yelled a patient in the dayroom as a woman rolled the food cart into the unit.

Everyone except for Atlas got up and walked over to the cart to get their breakfast.

I glanced at Atlas concerned while walking with the rest of the girls.

The food was served in little white foam containers which hinged at the top. Inside were scrambled eggs, lightly toasted bread, a butter-tasting vegetable spread and some grits. Or at least, what we all thought were grits.

As the other patients ate their food, Atlas remained still.

“You need to eat, Atlas.”

Announced Ida.

Atlas remained quiet.

“I will have to tell Dr. Erickson that you aren’t eating then.”

“Fine…”

Muttered Atlas.

After everyone had finished their meal, no one was allowed to use the restroom for maybe 30 minutes. They did this due to bulimia . I heard that once, a girl named Daisy would vomit in the trash cans and the nurses would have to watch her constantly so she didn’t stick two fingers in her mouth and vomit up the last meal or snack.

Neither me nor Atlas talked to Nancy that day. She was too busy getting questioned by the staff. For what we still don’t know.

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About around 10 AM, I was asked to go to Dr. Erickson’s office down the hall. Atlas called him Doctor Whatshisname which I thought was fairly amusing.

I knocked on the wooden-looking door to the office.

"Come in!"

I heard him say through the thin door.

I opened the heavy door with a hang-proof handle.

"Hi Margo."

"Hi..."

I say sitting down on the heavier than normal chair.

"So, tell me, why do you think you are here?"

Asked the doctor.

"Because I tried killing myself... Don't you already know this?"

"Yes, I just wanted to see if you admitted that you actually did it. A lot of the patients here deny even trying to kill themselves even when they jump off a building and barely survive."

"Wow."

I didn't know what else to say.

"Are you allergic to any medications?"

"No."

"Have you been on any sort of recreational drugs?"

"Weed."

"Anything else?"

"No."

My eyes began to wander onto the doctor. He was a rather attractive looking man to me, short black hair, muscly arms, pale skin with a thick beard . I couldn't exactly tell how tall he was, but when he turned to me from his desk, I couldn't help but notice the bulge between his legs through his pants. I felt disgusting even thinking about the doctor's dick. It was awful, I was awful.

"You seem a bit distracted Margo."

"Yeah... Can I just... go?"

"Yes. We will talk later."

I rushed out of the room faster than a race-horse. I was so disgusted with myself that I couldn't even stand to be in the same room as him.

I quickly walked down the hall to the dayroom and shoved my face into one of the pillows on the couch and screamed.

"What's the matter, Margo? Did you see Doc's monster cock?"

Exclaimed Nancy, rather loudly.

"Nancy!"

Barked Ida.

Nancy just ignored Ida.

I just kept screaming into the pillow after taking it off my face to take a breath.