Escaping Hallucinations

Game 2, Round 19

Date: 17th June 2015

Time: 12:58pm

HE STOLE MY CHOKERRRR!!! Waah....

What I mean is that I just finished PE and ya know, decided to put my choker on. I know, I know, stupid. But I was just about to go outside with my choker and blue top underneath when Mr Fucktard wants me to give him the choker.

But sirrrrrrr, I'll put it in my baggggg!!!!

"Yeah and I'll put it in my pocket."

Guess my pleading was to no avail. *insert crying face here*

Well, at least I'm getting it back at the end of the day. So I can actually get it back.

Yes, plan F.E.A.R has begun. I have some stuff in my bag that I don't need for school such as:
Razor blades
Other blades
Energy tablets (aka food)
My Aichi plushie
Some notebooks

It's only an hour until I'm gone. Everyone can forget about me now...

~2 hours later~

I'm on the bus. The 388 to Blackfrairs. My plan is finally coming to life and I'm...surprisingly calm. Ok only a tiny bit, I'm shaking. Deep breaths, no one will suspect you're on this bus. Refuse to speak to anyone...just stay in your own world.

Mr Fucktard decided not to give me my choker.

"I'll give it back tomorrow."

Sure...you know what just give it to Viola. I meet Viola and Ai at the gates. I start tearing up over a tiny thing.

"You're crying about a choker?"

Not exactly. This is the last time you'll see me and you think I'm being rude. Please don't blame yourself cause of this. I was planning this for a long time...

~3:47pm~

I was just sitting on the bus, looking around. I look to my left: 'The Salvation Army'. It feels as if I've just been darted back to reality, my inner self screaming at me to GET OFF THE BUS! I'm off and walking towards it...

The Salvation Army is some charity thing that helps people and stuff. Can I get help? Well, yes I'm across the river from it. I just crossed the bridge in Harry Potter that gets destroyed. Such a beautiful day...lets stroll around until I have the decision to go inside.

The thing is, from where I started to go, it seems like I have no memory. Or I'm at least ignoring them, or like a rebirth. Whatever it is, I like it.

~Time skip to like forever cause I'm anxious about using my phone in this place~

It's 1:59am and to the left of me, someone is watching Spongebob. On the other side of the room someone is....eating crisps?

Ok so Spongebob and eating crisps can only mean one thing: I'm in a hospital. It's a long story.

So I was walking around and going on buses and then I started feeling really sick so I took the 24 bus to the hospital and went to see a doctor all by myself. I met this nurse called Georgina and she's really nice. She was the first professional I told about my problems.

Oh yeah, did I mention that I have really good hearing? Well I do. I knew when the staff were talking about me. The main thing I heard them talk about was seeing someone from CAMHS. They also said that I was feeling low and that I was anxious. My parents were called just before my dad was going to ring the police. They came at about 7:30 and that was the moment I turned into a cat. My parents were just around me petting me whilst I was hugging my plushie.

Soon after, okay maybe not 'soon', a psychiatrist came in named Richard. He was here to ask me questions and since this is all new to me I really didn't want my parents to be around so they were sent away so it was just me, Richard and the nurse Andrea.

After our chat he told my parents about it and then went to talk with other doctors to see what to do with me.

In the 3 hours of more waiting, I was talking to my parents and playing Jelly Splash. My sisters were at home playing Monopoly.

Richard came back saying that they want me to stay overnight so I can be seen in the morning by CAMHS. My mum was worried sick.

"Are you going to be okay?"
"Do you want me to stay with you?"
"I can stay overnight if you want."

No, no, mother, I'll be fine. I'm surrounded by doctors after all. Richard asked us if we have any questions and me being the fruit loop asked what was for breakfast. Nice one Robin.

At 11:30 I was finally put into bed by my parents and personal nurse in the children's ward. If I have any problems, I can just buzz for my nurse.

Wait, I think they're talking about me. I heard my name. Well it is my first ever time in this hospital and I came from the other side of London so of course I would be the 'word of the wards'. Anyways, I've had a pretty rough day and I should try and get some more sleep.

Goodnight world.