Sunday, 4 September 2011

child locks (Mi's side)

Child locks

Unlike the first time I was in Dr. Jordan’s punto he did not to talk to me. Last time he was trying to sell a place of magical fantasy healing and cures made of fairy dust but now he new there was no way he could put that across any more however though I did not enjoy apple gate house I thanked Dr. Jordan from the bottom of my heart for taking me there as with out his judgment to make me an impatient I would have been leaving in a children’s home somewhere and more importantly I would never of met Emmet and Esmee and that would have been an tragedy to me.

The drive back to the unit was short but for the whole time I kept my head pressed to the glass of the windows trying on the various people that walked down the side of the road kicking at the fallen November leaves. Some where old some pre-scoolers and a young frightened looking mother pushing a newborn baby in a red buggy, no doubt born in the same hospital at the same time I had tried to end my own. I had been in the care of apple gate house for six months now after being admitted at the end of may; my original assessment suggested I would need six weeks.

“You will be on red level observations for three days,” Doctor Jordan finally said as we turned up apple gate road and then into the unit grounds. “You will be on amber for a further three days after that and the green ten minutes until further evaluation.” he continued stiffly as he pulled the hand brake up on the and sighed opening his car door, “I will have to let you out; I put the child lock on.” He added as I tried the handle on the passenger side.

“Why?” I asked irritated unable to stop my self as I gripped the fabric of my new adult sized 10 jeans as heard as I could, the nausea rolled in my as I thought about the new size and the fact that they fitted perfectly.

“It was either that or an ambulance Mi, I thought you would prefer something a little less inconspicuous.”

“What did you think I was going to do, jump out of a moving car?” I asked bitterly.

“Could you really tell me honestly Mi that the thought hadn’t crossed your mind?”

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