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Even though cuts were all over her arms she still always had the biggest grin on her face. Her eyes beamed with a mixture of blue and green as she said hi to everyone who passed her down the dark narrow hallway. She knew what to do, and where to go. She knew the drill. The drill of a mental hospital. Her name is Megan and she was my roommate at the hospital. She made things happy when things were sad. She would stay awake with me when I couldn’t sleep and talk about why I was in there; why I was staying there for seven days. One day, after visiting hours at Linden, I got into an argument with my mom. Staying at Linden makes one feel angry and frustrated after some time. I yelled at my mom to leave and walked back to my room. Walking into the room, I saw Megan burning herself with a lighter. “What are you doing?!” I asked, terrified. “Sh, keep your voice down. I am not supposed to have this.” I stared at her while she was burning herself and talking to me at the same time. “I- wh- why are you doing this?” I felt as though I was going to cry. I felt like my whole life had gone down hill. I felt this way until Megan said the few words to me that I will never forget. “I do not do this to hurt myself. I do this because it makes me feel alive. You may think of me as a crazy person, but that’s okay. I like myself the way I am.” After Megan told me the reason as to why she burned herself, I realized that she was the most interesting person I had ever met in my whole sixteen

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