Taylor sat in the social area with her legs bunched up underneath her, stared out the window. She’d skipped yet another meal, knew at some point she’d have to confront her father. It had been a few years since she’d been admitted, she had yet to actually see her father in his office. She was practically an heir to the rehab/institute because she was a Roberts, during phone hour she never talked to her mom just her little sister who was now in her mid teens.<i>“ This place is hell on earth, I hate it here.” </i>She thought as she pulled at the scrub top that hung on her petite frame, it was mostly due to her illness but she was trying to work up the courage to actually eat a full meal in the mess hall.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="33333" data-username="@Gannameade" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/33333/">@Gannameade</a>