Len's Angst/Vent Story Collection

Reports 2

The doctor regarded me with a polite smile. "I'll explain everything once I've taken your weight, alright?" Her assistance helped me rise, but my thoughts were jumbled. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her yellow visors. Should doctors even wear something like that? My body felt feeble as she guided me out of the bed, helping me to stand. My stomach churned with unease, and I found it difficult to trust her. After all, she was a stranger to me, and the weird visors only added to my confusion.

Hallucinations..? Behavioral issues..? Screaming..?! My family reported it..? I don't even remember how I got here, I don't even remember my family noticing it. I was home alone almost all the time, it was always midnight when it happened, and on every nightmare I either died... or there were familiar figures expressing their hatred towards me.

Paralysis was a thing too, I tried staying up to forget these nightmares, to run away from them. But... how did the others notice..? I remember only screaming inside my nightmares. Didn't I wake up drenched with sweat..?

"Okay... wow. 96 pounds?" She glanced at her clipboard, her expression contemplative. "Hmm... you were 103 before." Her concern turned towards me as she observed my body, lifting my arm for examination. "You're incredibly thin for a teenager in their growing years."

I instinctively pulled my hand back, meeting her gaze with a mix of nervousness and shame. "I... eat bananas?" I offered a timid smile. "Um... I don't remember the last time I ate. Sometimes I forget." The admission slipped out, leaving me feeling vulnerable as I glanced down at my own body. Why was I confessing this?

She studied me for a moment, then focused her attention back on the clipboard. "Hmm..." she jotted down some notes. "Now, I have to ask, do you ever have thoughts of harming yourself or thoughts of ending your own life? I apologize, it's a required question."

I blinked, startled by the directness of the question. It was a daily occurrence, those thoughts haunting me relentlessly. Loneliness engulfed me, enveloping my every moment. I felt a heavy weight in my chest as I cast my gaze downward, taking a deep breath. "I... I don't know," I responded, my voice barely above a whisper. I didn't really wanna answer that question, considering that I'm still processing the moment.

She let out a sigh, setting the clipboard aside. "You wouldn't be here if you didn't have those thoughts," she remarked, her voice carrying a mix of understanding and concern. I shifted my gaze towards her, feeling a nervous lump forming in my throat. "Um... well, most of the time, I think about music," I stammered, attempting to divert the conversation. "I sing and dance and stuff." I nervously rubbed the back of my neck, hoping to change the focus. However, her response was a weary rub of her temple, perhaps indicating her own frustration with me, much like the others. A wave of shame washed over me, causing me to cast my eyes downward.

"I know... you're a VOCALOID." She jotted something else down. "You sing with your twin, huh?" I looked at her, nodding hesitantly. She smiled..? "You make good music, you have a nice voice."

I looked down, very confused to what was happening...