So far away

"Why do you think youre here?" blah blah. So fucking boring. All these nurses ask the same questions and give the same reaction everytime. I don't even know why I'm here. Oh yeah that's right, because my dad didn't want anymore. I'm just glad theyre releasing me today. I can go home and crawl under my big comforter and scroll tumblr all night.

"Why do you think I'm here?" I asked Jacob, the head nurse. He was unbelievably attractive. Black hair and blue eyes, buff. I pushed some things on his desk aside and sat on the edge looking him in the eyes.

"Your anger issues, addictions, anxiety. Do you think youre reading to go home?" He asked sneaking a peak at my chest. I had him right where I wanted him.

"Oh I don't know. Maybe." I leaned back on his desk. I snuck a look at him and saw that he was checking me out. "So do I get to go home today?" I whispered against his ear. I saw him swallow hard and look in my eyes.

"Depends." He answered shortly.

"On?" I kept my calm. Being angry isn't going to get me anywhere accept isolation. Again.

"If our session goes well or not." He whispered. I giggled and put my hand under his chin lifting his eyes up to meet mine. I had to keep him excited before he realized what he was doing and rejected my outpatient slip.

I walked around his desk and sat in his lap. "How can I make this a good session?" I whispered again. He shrugged his shoulders looking into my eyes again. I hate when he does that. Like hes staring into my soul or something. I smirked and started to unbutton his shirt.

While I'm working my magic I should probably explain myself a bit. My name is Ivy. My hair is purple and my eyes are blue. I live in Arizona and its absolutely hot as fuck here. I hate it in fact. I dropped out of college a year ago. Going to college isn't really important when you know you're going nowhere fast. My dream is to fall completely head over heels in love with a good guy so I can let go of my past. Past meaning, my addictions. I have 3 main addictions that the doctors know of. Sex being one, Alcohol being two, and morphine being third. Apparently its just how I 'cope' with the horrible things in life. Like, my anger or my depression. Yes I have anxiety but I don't know that I could function without it. Which is the main reason I'm on the computer all the time. I cant talk to other people in real life given my situation. I wish love would switch out all my addictions but my therapist says its not what I really need at this moment. I disagree entirely.

My dad dropped me here because we were driving each other insane. And because I stabbed his hand with a fork. I'm not even sure what the fight was about but I'm here and that is that. My mom died when I was 15. She had cancer and it was spreading too fast to stop. She died peacefully in the hospital. Our last words were, "You can go fuck yourself, Ivy. Leave me to rot here myself." The argument was over her taking her meds. She knew she was going soon and put up a huge fight not to take them. She died later that night.

Once I get out of here I don't know where I'll go but I do know I've saved enough money to get the hell out of here. I'll go straight to California and enroll in cosmetology school. Thinking about it brings a smile to my face instantly. I've had time to think about this forever now.

"Here you go, Ivy. Run free but don't let me catch you back here again." Jacob smirked handing me a signed piece of paper. I gladly took it and headed to the front desk to collect my things. An hour later, I walked into the sunlight. I hadn't seen it in forever. The air still smelled like shit but it was nice to finally be outside.

"Ivy over here!" I heard someone shout and looked around to find Jasper leaning on his truck. I ran over and pulled him into a hug. "You ready to go home?" He chuckled letting me loose. I gave him a confused look. "They uh- they said you had to stay with me for at least a week and then you can go wherever you wanna go. But youre on watch for a week. C'mon it wont be that bad. Remember when we used to spend months at a time together?" He smirked. I nodded. Jasper was my older cousin. He had girls in and out of his house all the time. 'Its just a week.' I repeated in my head. "Lets go home." He smirked helping me in the truck.

Notes

Couldn't decide if I wanted to make them killers or not so I'll just see what everyone else wants. Please comment and rate! Thanks for reading :)