“Melinda?”called my doctor “it’s time for you to eat”
(new person talking here, new paragraph)I groaned, (add comma) dreading the effort it took to eat every day, (add another comma) all they made me do was eat all the time. I would rather just sit around and watch TV all day and do nothing.
They didn’t really care anyway, (comma) they were just here to make sure that I didn't’t kill myself. My parents had dragged me to this rehab center in hopes that I wouldn’t be a “troubled child” as they had put it. They said it would be nice and good for me.
The walls are white, (comma) the beds are white, (comma) floors and ceilings also white- (a hyphen would work here) even the staff wears white constantly. They blend in with the surroundings, (comma?) moving along with uncaring eyes staring judgmentally at all the screwy children here, (comma) having sympathy for no one.
No visitors are allowed. (period) I hear the younger children cry at night because they can’t see their parents and haven’t seen them in months. I find it cruel that they let them suffer like they do.
I feel lucky that I’m not as mental as my roommate Mary. (period) she does absolutely nothing, (comma?) never even talks.
I was told by the desk lady that she started out like me, (comma) just a depressed confused teen. (period) Then one day she just stopped talking and hasn't’t said a word since.
I realized that if I didn’t change the way things were in my life they never would. I would be stuck in this white prison like Mary, (comma) never making progress, (comma) never talking.
With this thought, for the first time I willingly went to eat my meal.