Though Logan was no stranger to change, this was the first time it had actually surprised her just how fast everything could change. She’d spent three years in an institution, trying to be better, trying to learn how to function in the world. And by some miracle and a lot of bravery (which she still credits the friends from her storybooks for) she had made it out and was out in the world once more. Truly it was terrifying, but she’d gotten a job, she was living with a carer, but she only had to check in with them every day and be home by a certain time so all things considered she was free.
Until one night where her nightmares had decided to come back tenfold and without even realizing what she was doing Logan had found herself breaking into the medicine cabinet in search for something to get her to sleep, anything. But breaking the cabinet ended in shattered glass and well old habits die hard as they say as the last thing she remembers was waking up with an empty pill bottle and new gashes across her skin that she hadn’t seen for nearly a year.
Just like that she had failed without even meaning to, without even realizing what she was doing.
But her mind had tricked her, it had failed her and now Logan was staring up at her new home for the next…however long.
“I…I c-can’t even put my posters u-up here?” she asked sadly. The stutter she’d also spent those three years working on making a brief appearance once more.
“You might be able to put one or two pictures up but it won’t be like you had at the apartment no.”
Frowning Logan sighed softly as she hung on tighter to her bag reluctantly shuffling her feet forward as she followed along to head inside.
“This won’t be like the hospital, it won’t be scary or isolating. You’ll be with other girls here, other ones that are just going through a rough patch as well.”
“But…But I s-said I was s-sorry…”
“I know you are sweetie, but you knew the rules. And even if you didn’t mean it, we can’t risk falling back into old habits okay? I’m sure you’ll only be here for a few months.”
Once her paperwork was filled out and she was introduced to the lady in charge of sorts, even though she wasn’t like the nurses Logan still got a ‘I’m nice but can be scary’ vibe from her. Giving a tight hug to Brenda she said a teary goodbye to the woman who’d been looking after her and followed after the lady in charge to be shown her new room.
“So this is where you’ll be staying. We do things a little differently here, there are usually three girl’s to a room but as you can see everyone has their own space within the room. This side will be yours and I’ll leave you with the handbook here, it’s got all the rules and regulations in it but it’s all pretty standard. We’re not here to boss people around or force them into something they aren’t ready for, we’re just here to help and encourage,”
“H-Help and encourage,” Logan mumbled under her breath as she glanced around the room, it was definitely bigger than the one she had at the institution and thankfully not as blinding of a white colour.
“So I’ll let you get settled and a session is just letting out so I’m sure you’ll be meeting your roommates soon enough,”
Tensing up at the idea Logan nodded gently, quietly thanking the woman before moving over to her new spot and new bed. Setting her bag on to it she was quick to unzip it, tugging out her teddy bear and gently setting him against the pillows.
“It’ll be okay Orville, this is just…another new adventure for us that’s all”
With a small nod to herself she sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling out her colouring book and her favorite novels to set aside. Pulling this handbook closer to her she took a deep breath before flipping it open to scan the first page. Maybe this would be okay, she just…had to try and stay positive.
Brynn was used to this god forsaken place – it was the third group home she’d been admitted to in nine months and the girl she shared her room with was the fourth pregnant stoner in the same amount of time. A bed opened up every once and awhile, but no one interesting ever arrived. No one interesting existed in a hell hole like this.
It was breakfast time, just after their morning session, and the brunette saw a new face walk through the lobby – Brynn just rolled her eyes. Welcome to jail, she almost said, but something about the girl’s eyes made her stop herself.
“Love me or don’t, Travis, but take a picture if you do,” Brynn cooed, grabbing an apple and sitting at the table. “Your staring is giving me a fucking headache,” it wasn’t but half a second later that the guy started yelling at her, his fuse easily lit. A smile twitch on her features, she lived for this shit.
“Brynn, go change,” another resident demanded, pointing to her sports bra and legging combination.
“I’m going for a run, I’m allowed to wear this,” Brynn responded, her voice mocking the other girl’s.
“She’s right, Miss Taylor. Your outfit is breaking dress code and you are not going on a run,” Their house mother, who had just joined them, pointed at her and then toward the heavens to signify she should go change. It wasn’t abnormal – she broke dress code often. Rolling her eyes, she stood up.
“Your outfit is breaking dress code, too, Sharon.” She barked. “Pretty sure jeans aren’t allowed in your work attire,” Brynn grumbled as she quickly made her way upstairs, doing a few jumping jacks when she reached the top. It was when she walked into her room that she noticed the girl with the weary eyes again. She grabbed a jacket that went with her leggings and zipped it up.
“Name?” Brynn took a couple steps forward, stopping outside of the area that the new girl was in. Sure, she was a bitch, but she knew everyone needed space.
