TIFU by kissing a girl in a psych ward

Alt account BTW. Also, sorry for any confusion I make typing this. I try to keep my stories short, so I will leave out a bit of details.

So, this happened a while ago actually, I (17M) remember the exact day I was admitted to the psych ward. It was the day after New Years (great start to the year).

I won't mention how I ended up in a mental hospital, but I will hint that it involves drug use.

Also, just so you guys know, a psych ward isn't what it's like in the movies. It's actually rather...chill and I personally found it a good place to express myself and be a better person than I was beforehand. ~~I recommend it highly if you feel like you ever feel like you're on the "edge"~~

Anyway, after about two days of being there and surprisingly making a lot of mentally ill friends, I meet a girl (16), let's call her Ashley. Going into the psychward, Ashley was the first person to catch my eye. She was extremely attractive and very friendly after getting to talk to her.

We would talk everyday constantly, and I ended up asking for her Instagram on the both of our last days at the psychward. While waiting for our rides, I remember Ashley asking straight up "Do you want to kiss".

At first I thought she was trolling so I laughed and told her to stop playing. She told me she was serious, while adding a smirk to her face.

I was still suspicious, so I told her to lean in first. She did, so I decided to as well, and to my surprise, we ended up kissing. The first kiss was short and more of a puck. Then we kissed again, and then again, and then it turned into a makeout session. Keep in mind, we are still in the psychward, just in a area where there are no cameras or nurses watching.

Then after a few minutes of kissing, I heard my name be yelled by one of the nurses saying my mom was here. So I awkwardly wave to her goodbye and excitedly skip to my freedom while saying goodbye to my other mentally ill friends.

So, I'm out the psychward. I feel good, and everything is good, but I ended up forgetting Ashley's Instagram so I didn't bother to try and look for her.

So, a week pasts, and I'm in school when suddenly I get called to the office. My mom is here to pick me up. I ask her why she came unannounced, and she told me a detective had called her and left her a voice mail telling me to come to the [town name] police department to talk about something that happened at the mental hospital I was issued at.

I get scared obviously, because I have no clue as to why needed to see a DETECTIVE.

We make it to the police station and I go in and was greeted to the Detective. He makes me walk with him alone to a room where we both sat down. I felt like I was in a damn movie.

He has a few files on the table along with a recorder thing. It was small.

He says that I can leave at anytime and not answer any questions at will, and then starts by asking simple questions like "Why I was in [town name] Hospital" and "What people did I see?"

So I'm thinking that maybe someone got murdered and I was a witness. Then the Detective drops the bomb.

"I brought you in today, because a lady is saying you sexually assaulted her".

I genuinely gasped aloud and got really defensive (I must've looked really sus). I said "who said I SA them??" And "I would never do that what the fuck?"

The Detective pulls out this photo and it's a photo of Ashley. He asks if I know her and I say yes.

Then, I tell him everything from what I knew. I said that she gave me 100% permission to kiss her, and that I didn't force myself onto her nor make her DO anything. She was the one that asked first and leaned in first. I thought to myself how could she do this to me. The first week I get out a psychward and now I'm instantly being accused of sexually assault?

The Detective stops the recording thing and says that's all for today. He told me if I did do anything without consent, they would find out (trying to intimidate me) and that I should confess now.

I shouldn't of have even said anything without a lawyer. That was also my fuck up.

The Detective calls in my mom privately and then we both leave. My mom was angry too, basically on my side.

So...what happened after that? Nothing. The case was dropped I guess because I never got a call back from that Detective or from any cops. I also called the police department to ask about the case, and they said that it didn't exist.

Honestly, fuck Ashley. And fuck me. I learned something that day: Don't fucking kiss anyone in a damn mental hospital. They are there for a reason. I was there for a reason. To get better. Not to get whatever the fuck that was.

TL;DR: I kissed a girl in a psychward which led to a case about me "sexually assaulting" her even though it was consensual. I also spoke without a lawyer