Mindful Insanity

Every Day

Several years had passed, and she was almost 16. Nothing changed, she still had no friends, her parents and her had a good relationship still. Just kidding. She despised her parents and always had thoughts of running away. But I was still her closest friend, and she stayed for me.

It was time however. Her mind was still muddy, even more so now. Every single day the headaches got worse. She started getting home schooled two years ago, from having no friends, and always being sick.

When she would go to sleep, I would check up on her mother, who was always talking to her father about their kid. They were convinced she lost her mind. Midway of being a teenager, you would think no one had any imaginary friends. They constantly argued about having her go to a mental institution, in fact. No wonder she despises them. She could hear some of their thoughts In her subconscious

On her 16th birthday, her headache and fatigue grew so bad she wouldn't even go to bed anymore. Her parents would be talking in secret in the kitchen saying it was enough, she's going to the institution today whether she enjoyed it or not, but they never flat out told her.

And yet, she heard them. Tied around in her sheets, she told me that words are all over her mind.

"I constantly hear mean words mixed up in a sentence. I don't hear normal sentences though. They're all just  scrambled..."

"That's alright. We will start working on that soon." I explained.

"You promised when I was 8.....you said I would have a clear mind. It's gotten worse.....I can't even get out of bed."

"Can you tell me what's going on in there?" I pointed at her head, which was covered with a cold wet towel, "It might help talking to someone."

"Mind losing her crazy. She's friend talking to tell me what's going on. Towel wet her gave in there. I do something we need to. Dr. her it might recommend seeing. Fever talking to someone hurts. Not why fine she's been no understand she does not,"

She tried, "I can't listen anymore. Whoever said I'm crazy is right,"

"You're listening?"

"Yeah. And I swear I'm insane. I can't control these thoughts! You need to help me! It's been 16 years!" her cheeks turned a deep red, eyes turned to black,  and she grew hot, with eyelids sweating along with her forehead as the tears came. Bawling her eyes out, her parents started up to her bedroom. She looked at me, with her fragile big eyes. The door burst open and her parents' faces showed distress.

"What wrong dear..," her mother started hugging, and she placed her head on her mother's shoulder, tears flowing out and about.

"W-w-w-why must this h-happen to me..w-w-why me?! I-I-I didn't do anythi-i-ng!" She spoke between short breaths, "I don't want to a d-d-doctor at a mental institu-u-u-ution, I want to just l-l-live like a nor-r-rmally,"

"What honey..?"

"I h-heard someone think a-about sending me to a-a-a mental institution," pulling say from her moms embrace.

"No one said anything, honey," the mom looked at her father, stricken. How could she have heard if she wasn't talking?! "I don't know who told you that. But it's a good idea, you might get better that way,"

"I w-w-won't!" She exclaimed, still crying.

"At least consider it, okay?"

"No! And get out!!" She yelled into her moms face.

And so they walked away. She wouldn't talk to even me now, so I didn't bother her anymore. She went back to bed, tucking herself in and looking at me with the saddest, tear-stricken eyes I've ever seen on her.

She hadn't woken up the next day, and I was getting concerned. I tried everything to wake her up, but she wouldn't. She stayed in bed, sleeping. It was appalling to see her this way. But what could I even do..