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Mental Case.

Hi. My name is Scott Hoying. I am 23 years old. I have blond hair and blue eyes. And oh yeah... I'm a fucking mental case!

I was sent to the mental hospital about 2 years ago when my girlfriend left me. She said I was nuts and hallucinating a bunch of bullshit. I tried to act like I was normal, but if I'm still here after 2 years? I guess I am probably the most fucked up person on planet Earth. Scratch that, even aliens have better focused minds than mine. I saw an alien once. Of course not for real, just seeing things as usual.

One night though, I was asleep normally, until I heard a knock on my door. I stumbled out of bed and opened it to... A man. A very petit man. With brown hair that matched his eye colour. He was gorgeous, you know, for a man.

"Hey, can I sleep with you? I know this is random but my room are won't let me sleep in the same room as him." He had the voice of an angel. "Umm... Yeah sure, why not." I stuttered, half asleep and half blinded by the hallway lights.

Instead of sleeping, we stayed up and talked all night. If I was gonna let him sleep in my room I NEED to know why he was in a mental home. It turns out he doesn't actually need to be here. He seems... Normal.

I learned that his name was Mitch, he loved singing, wasn't into sports and he was the same age as me, though I was a little older.

"Mitch, why are you here?" I ask.

"Because you invited me in?"

I giggled a little. "No I mean like... You know... Here here as in... This hospital..." Mitch's face went from lit up and very happy to falling so hard it looked like someone had dragged him across concrete for 5 hours.

"Umm... My dad sent me here..."

"Why?"

"Why were you sent?"

"My girlfriend left me cuz I was seeing things." His face seemed fall harder when I mentioned my girlfriend, well, ex girlfriend.

"Why were you sent here by your dad?"

"Because... He thought my decision was fucked up... And so does my room are... He said he wouldn't like it if his girlfriend found out."

"Found out what?"

"Scott I umm... I'm uhh... You know I... Umm..."

"OH MY GOD SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!"

"SCOTT I'M GAY!'

Silence. Dead.fucking.silence.

"Why would you be sent to a mental home for being gay?"

"Because my dad doesn't like gays. He's the biggest homophobe out there!"

I wrap my arms around him to reassure him that I didn't think it's okay to be a homophobe.

"Mitch... I think I'm gay as well..." I suddenly said. What? This guy is cute and I want him.

"Scott, I wanna leave here and get a boyfriend and just be happy."

"Then why dont we do that?"

We both grinned at each other and escaped the hospital.

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20 years later and I still get strange looks.

I didn't care though, I was with Mitch happily married with a son and a daughter that were twins called Jack and Megan.

I dont care what anyone says...

This is the best hallucination I've ever had!