I Hate You

Chapter 2

//DANS POV//

     I woke up the next day not happy, actually being shook awake by none other than Joey. He seemed happy about being able to wake some one up, or having the responsibility of having someone else in the room with him.

     "Wake up Danny! come on wake up! Time to wake up! Time to wake up! time to wake up! Breakfast! Breakfast! Breakfast!" He chanted while jumping on my bed on his knees.

     "I would prefer if you not call me Danny.." I mumbled and rolled over to face him, now on top of me. His face lit up when he saw mine though. Weirdo.

 " Damn. "

"What?" I asked.

     "Your accent is hot.. and your sleepy voice? UGH. You look so cute in the mornings too." Joey laughed.

     " What?"

     "You're British, I can easily tell, and it's really cute."

     "Thanks..?" I sounded off, but soon enough got up, combed my hair, and followed Joey to the cafeteria, where I saw Phil, and only Phil eating all by himself in there, with no one else in the room.

      "That's Phil." Don't go near him, he's a nerd." Joey said.

      "Oh." I mumbled. Joey got his food and left, and I got mine and sat down, one table away from Phil.

     After that awkwardness it was time for the group therapy session which I happily tried to avoid, but was dragged by GUESS WHO. Joey. He pranced into my room, well.. our room, but I don't like sharing a room with people. People are already disgusting why should I spend more time with one? Anyway he literally took my under the arms, making a mess of my bed set on the floor, and ragged me to the group therapy room.

     I guess now that they knew that I hadn't killed myself already in that room that I had to stay there, or I would be in here longer.. Joey was talking to me last night. I was listening, but I acted as if I was asleep, but he went on with his babbling. I sat down in a blue chair in the corner of the room, as everyone else flooded the room like old people trying to go to the bathroom. The therapist came into the room and everyone quieted down when he sat down, and luckily he sat across the room from me, and has no vision of me.

      " Hello everyone, nice to see you again, my name is Dr. Marbles. Now, it was to my information that there is a new patient joining us today? Where is the guy?"

My heart sank in my chest, and my brain turned to mush.. I laughed that his name was Dr.Marbles but then again he wants to know where I am. I was sitting behind Joey and Ricky, and they each drifted off of their chairs to show me, bubbled up in my own space, trying to avoid having to share any of the details that I was sent in here for. It was really none of their business.. I mean, they should just leave all of us the fuck alone, and let us be the way we want to in our lives. We are all in here for pretty much the same thing, and we wanted it, but these fucking assholes have to keep us from getting what we want.. I backed out of my trance to see a room of eyes glued onto mine. I looked around and saw Phil. His head was down, and he was rubbing his wrist with his thumb, and we was the only one in the room not looking at me.. He didn't want anything to do with anyone I guess, but you know what I didn't either.

     "Uh, let's see, this says your name is Daniel James Howell? Correct?" Dr.Marbles said, and this was when Phil's head risen to see me, then slowly deflated back down to where it was when I looked at him. I nodded, when Joey and Ricky pulled my chair to sit in-between the two of them. I was pushed with him, and being a sore thumb for still wearing my own clothes, instead of the outfit I was given.

     "Okay, so Dan, please tell us why you are here with us today." Dr. Marbles said, flipping through the pages on his clipboard, before returning his gaze to me. I kept quiet.

     "Just answer it, you'll get out sooner.." Ricky whispered to me through clenched teeth.

     I took a deep breath and sat up in my chair to tell the whole story.

     "Okay so basically what happened is my dad's a douche and my mom's a druggie and they both abused me on a daily basis and do nothing to help my life, so why try making it better when I can fix the problem entirely...?" I stuttered, and switched. Everyone's eyes went wide, except for the pair I couldn't see.

     "Is your dad not the one that put you in here Mr. Howell?"

     "Yeah, to get rid of me, you should've of fucking seen it.. after I woke up in the hospital i felt a the sting of a wedding ring that shouldn't of even been there in the first place, right on my fucking cheek.." I said, looking at my wrists, which were scarred up and bruised.

     "Okay, Mr. Howell, we will move on for you. Hope you get better, Now, Phil, please share your story?" I relaxed, and looked up at Phil, who looks like he's done this a million times.

      "I just wanna die.It's like a flood of rushing thoughts, bad thoughts, worse thoughts, horrible, awful, humiliating thoughts. Nothing but those thoughts."

     "Okay, now why do you feel like this?"

     " I have nobody. " Phil said, as tears started streaming down his cheeks. He cradles his legs with him own arms and started sniffling, only to be followed by heavy breathing and panting.

     I looked over at Ricky who was silently laughing, and then over to Joey , who was doing the same, and they both looked at each other and then to me, who had no expression on my face, and was biting my tongue to stop the dreadful words that would escape my lips if I didn't.

     "Fucking Faggot!" Joey shouted over to Phil.

     "Nerd!" Ricky said.

     They kept saying these things until Dr.Marbles stopped them, but hat didn't stop Phil asking to be excused and bolting down the hallway.