Listen before I go

part 1-parents and introductions

I hid in my bathroom, waiting in anticipation- they could break down the door any minute.

My heart pounding, my head throbbing my eyes burning. I could just about croak out a squeak if that

I heard the lock turn and I crawled as far back as I could

It was too late.

Screaming and shouting about how I was an embarrassment and how I should be like everyone else.how my phone had ruined me. How it was the people I was hanging out with that made me "a bitch".

I wanted to cry.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to call child services.
I wanted help.

My voice failed me. I couldnt speak. I couldn't breathe . My head was spinning.

But apparently theres "nothing wrong with me" apparently "it's all in my head"

I fucking hated it.

That's when 4 words hit me.

'I'm kicking you out'

My parents couldnt do this
They were so evil in this moment I hated them to my core.
I wanted to die and not be in this room right now.

They were chucking my clothes everywhere, stuffing them into black bags, my phone was already smashed,
My life couldnt get any worse

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I was in the car now.
Dead silence only being broken to explain how bad of a daughter I was.

"You cant be bisexual"
"How did we raise you to become gay"
"I wish you were never born sometimes"

I wanted to just jump out of the car but they put on child lock

At least I know someones probaly watching the same skies as I am right now, sharing my pain.

Fuck.

I saw the sign, a mental hospital?

I guess I'm too mental to question my sexuality.

The perfect parent-daughter relationship❤

Kais POV

I hated being invisible.
I hated being known.

But here I was, in a hospital, with a broken wrist that had slits all over and my dad and mum fighting, as it was the first time they saw eachother since their divorce.

I hated this.
I was being ignored when I needed them the most.

I couldnt care less about mum having lunch with her employee 10 years ago because "she secretly fancied him"

I had to lie to the nurse and tell her my injury came from a school fight.

Truth was, I cried that night, barely breathing struggling to keep my cries in, my sniffles louder every time. I grabbed sciccors and cut every part of my wrist I smashed it against the wall
I didnt want to live anymore, but then dad would be lonely, he would blame it on himslef.

I was so lost in my own thoughts until my parents were silent.a sheet they had to probaly sign in their hands.

Fuck.

A mental hospital advisory letter?I'm not fucking insane.

I wasnt going to go, and great, here come some bodyguards dragging me across the hallways, me shouting like a maniac.

I never thought this would happen, my mum sobbing, my dad squinting his eyes trying to stay strong to protect his so called "masculinity"

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