How To Stay Afloat (BxB)

Chapter 108: Going insane

"That went well." I say to Austin as Caleb leaves my room.

"What went well?" He asks me.

"Uhm. Caleb finding out that Adam killed Noah." I answer.

He rolls his eyes. "You're so fucking stupid. I can't believe it."

"Hey. It's also your fault." I argue.

"I didn't scream around that Noah is dead." He says.

I sigh. "Yeah. I don't know what got into me."

"Sammy." Austin says and sits on my bed across from me cross legged. He grabs my hands. "Your parents are right. You gotta get professional help."

"What? No, I don't. I'm already in therapy." I say.

"You stared into space for twenty minutes straight and didn't react to anything we said." He says. "You hurt yourself. Sammy, I'm worried."

"That was the stress. I'm already talking to my therapist about it." I say.

He groans. "Sammy. I'm fucking serious. I'm extremely concerned about you, okay? This is getting out of hand."

"So you're on their side?" I ask him angrily.

"It's not about picking sides. It's about getting you the help you need. You have to realize that your mental health is getting worse and worse." He says.

"Yeah, no, I mean I know, but I've got it under control." I say.

He grabs my wrist and holds it up. I've got deep scratches along my forearm. "Do you see that? You do that constantly without even realizing it."

"It's just scratches." I say and rip my hand free from him.

"And next time you blackout you grab a knife and cut yourself." He says.

"What? No! Are you crazy? Just because you did that doesn't mean I'll do that." I say angrily.

"This isn't about me. This is about what you are doing and where it could lead." He says.

"I'm not gonna accidentally kill myself." I tell him.

"Sammy. Please talk to your parents. Maybe you can just see your therapist now more often or something. But please try to cooperate." He begs me.

I glare at him. "I'm not crazy."

"No, you aren't. But you need help. Okay? You gotta admit that you're out of control." He says. "Please. You know I would never say that if it wasn't the truth."

I groan and stand up and put on clothes.

"Where are you going?" He asks me alerted.

"Talking to my parents." I say angrily and then walk downstairs.

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As I get downstairs I can hear my mom cry in the bathroom.

I look at the entrance door. I could also just leave the house and get high since my parents already think that's what I did.

No. I should listen to Austin.

I take a deep breath before walking over. Her crying is kinda annoying.

I'm the victim. They all make me feel bad, making me the bad one.

I knock on the door and then open it. My parents are both in the bathroom. My mom is washing out my shirt in the sink.

"Hey." I say quietly.

My mom doesn't even look up, she even turns her face away from me. My dad looks into my eyes, glaring angrily.