Elena's mind was all over the place as her grandparents pulled up to the curb in front of the facility she was about to be thrown into. She had spent the entire car ride looking out the window, not responding to anything they said to her. Her parents would have never done this to her, on the other hand if they were still alive she wouldn't be what she was, an addict, depressed, a suicide risk according to the doctors and her grandparents. It wasn't exactly that she wanted to commit the act of suicide and end her life, but rather that she didn't care if it ended or not.
She stepped out of the vehicle she saw others walking in, she gave both of her grandparents soft hugs. Her grandfather looked stoic, her grandmother, who looked like the typical grandmother to anyone who knew her looked sad, with tears in her eyes. "I hope to see you someday, perhaps not in this life, but someday" She spoke in a cryptic tone before grabbing her old trunk out of the other side of the backseat and hefting it up on the sidewalk. It was almost as big as her small frame and tattered beyond belief, it held some clothes, a polaroid camera with a couple boxes of film, her sketchbook and pencils, and finally a small iPod with as much music as she could possibly fit on it. If she had the choice she would have also brought her record player as well as some other illegal substances, but if she had the choice she wouldn't be there.
Trudging up the steps to the front doors she ran a hand through the mess of waves that had taken up with her white blue hair that got darker at the bottoms. Usually it was straightened, but that seemed like it was going to be a luxury in this place. Standing at the front door she quickly brushed off the skirt of her cream colored long sleeve scoop neck dress. It was tight around her arms and until it reached her belly button where it flowed out to mid thigh. With it she wore a pair of sheer black tights and thick dark grey thigh high socks with a pair of worn out black boots. If her siblings could see how she changed, from popular preppy girl that was always there with a piece of advice and help to the depressed addict she had become. It was another thing that made her sad, but also drove her to change. For a brief moment she thought that the place she was about to enter, her own personal hell, might actually be able to help her.
Opening the door she trudged in and carefully peered around, walking up to the counter she spoke in a soft voice, "I just got dropped off, my name is Elena Absolem" The nurse smiled at her and nodded before beginning to tap away at the computer, "Ah Ms. Absolem here you are, I am so very sorry to hear about your situation. Let me print out your schedule and go over it with you" Elena stayed quiet, looking around the rest of the reception area with a slight wariness, her hand was gripped so tightly onto the handle of her trunk that her knuckles were white. The nurse tapped away and grabbed something from the printer before coming around the counter starting to go over it, "So it looks like your eating schedule is at nine, noon, and six-thirty, but I am sure you can get away with coming in a couple minutes early or late if you get caught up with something. You will be having therapy sessions twice a week that are one on one so that one of the big shots here can decide what medication you need and what course of action your healing process will be. Oh! It also looks like you will also have a group therapy session once a week which has yet to be determined. If you just want to sit over there in that chair someone will be around shortly to show you the way to your room" With a fake smile the nurse handed Elena the paper and walked back to her desk typing away at her computer and completely forgetting about Elena's existence.
The blue haired girl could tell the nurse was new and obviously fake. Her mother would have said that the nurse needed a little bite of realism in her life, then again her mother also told her that if she ate her vegetables she would be taller and that sweets would make her shrink. It was in turn what she taught her siblings before they passed. Running a hand through her messy locks once more Elena sat down on one of the chairs, crossing her legs and just observing those coming in and out of the reception area.