Admitted

Chapter 3

Corbyn was worried. His mum always mentioned that if this happened again, he would get admitted.

He didn't want to go to a place where crazy people go. His representation of a psych ward is when someone does something to intentionally hurt someone or they're just crazy, so they go there. And obviously, that is not what it was but that's all Corbyn could picture in his mind.

His mum came back into his room and sat on the bed next to Corbyn.

"So.. Corbyn. I think you know who I was talking to and I just want you to know not to worry."

"You're sending me to a fucking psycho hospital mum! Of course I'm gonna be fucking worried!" Corbyn was angry. Why would Aw want to just get rid of me? Does she not care??!

"It's only because I care about you Corbyn. I want you to get better, you need help." His mum was trying to stay calm.

"I don't need help mum!! I'm fine! It was just a blip, a mistake, like you always say to me!!" He began to cry again, this time out of frustration. He didn't understand his mum's reasonings. Even when she is trying to keep him safe.

"Corbs.. this time is different. You do need help, this has gone on for far too long, I'm sorry hunny. We leave on Saturday."

SATURDAY?! THATS TWO DAYS AWAY!

"Whatever mum. Don't you love me?! Why would you just want to get rid of me!!" Corbyn stood up and began to walk out the door.

"Of course I love you! That's why I'm doing this.."

He rolled his eyes and walked out the door.

Time skip.

He was walking along the path, head down and hands in his pocket, when he bumped into Zach.

"Oh, hey Corbs.. are you ok man?" He sounded worried.

"I'm fine." He said bluntly.

"You just look really mad, wait.. what's on your arm?" Zach said, reaching for Corbyn's arm.

Corbyn leaned back quickly and pulled his hoodie arms down, covering where the bandages were revealed.

"Wait, have you.. cut yourself again.?" Zach said softly so no one passing could hear.

"No! Of course I haven't!" Corbyn shouted and walked off. Zach didn't get the hint that Corbyn wanted to be alone so he ran up to him. "Corbyn.. please. Show me your wrists."

"Ugh, fine!" He was annoyed now, he pulled up both his sleeves to reveal the bandages on his wrists. He ripped them off to show his scars.

Zach's eyes widened at the sight. "Omg.. Corbyn! We need to get you to a hospital."

"Don't bother, mum sorted them out. Also, on Saturday I'm being admitted to a fucking psycho house anyways so I'll be monitored there too."

"Why do you sound so mad at that? The ward will help you get better. It's for your own good." Zach said sounding sympathetic.

"Not you too! That's where crazy people go when they have issues. Im fine! I don't need help!!" He walked off again, this time bashing Zach's shoulder on the way past him. Zach looked back at him. He was worried about Corbyn, everyone was.

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a/n: sorry about this one, i hate it. i couldn't think of anything so, just a short one today, sorry guys! next chapter will be out tomorrow though!

Not proof read.