"Will you attempt suicide again?" My psychiatrist, Mrs. Nelson, asked, holding onto her clipboard like it was her life.
I sighed loudly. I've been asked that question about 3 million times since I got to the hospital. "Well Mrs. Nelson, I have no clue. I can't see the future. Probably. I honestly believe that some of us were meant to die young. I'm one of those people." I answered.
She nodded and wrote down a bunch of notes. "Why do you feel like it's your job to defy the circle of life?"
"Because why the fuck not." I groaned, "can you leave now?" I asked.
She glared at me, "I'm only trying to help you, Esmeralda. Don't you want to be normal?"
"Hell no. Normal is boring."
She walked out of the room, and my doctor told me that she had quit. I laughed, because I'm just that psychotic.
A few days later, Mason came to visit me.
"Hey Mason." I said, sitting up.
"Hey Esme." He answered. Then, he took something out of his abnormally large coat pockets. It was a thermos.
"Please be vodka. Please be vodka." I whispered. I opened the bottle, and it wasn't vodka. It was coffee.
I squealed, "Ayy, that's even better than vodka! Thanks for smuggling coffee in for me."
He smiled, and his eyes sparkled like a diamond. Agh I hated it when he did that.
I had been in love with him since the moment we met. Sadly, I didn't want to ruin our friendship by asking him out. For a while, I was fine with that, but over the years I had fallen deeper and deeper in love with him. Why did that asshole have to be so perfect? Its unfair to the rest of us.
I drank my coffee happily, and he held my hand. He looked nervous.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
He began to shake his head, but then he said, "They're moving you. Into an asylum."
I felt like puking, "okay I know I'm super fucked up, but I'm not mental!" I yelled.
He stroked my hair, "I know you're not, but maybe...maybe this is a good thing. It'll help you get better. You'll be safe. You'll have people looking after you all day every day and you'll be happy."
I felt so betrayed, I couldn't help the tears spilling down my cheeks. "Mason.. you're supposed to save me and make sure that they don't do this to me. You told me that you would always protect me."
He looked at me sadly, "I'm sorry. Not this time."
That douchebag.
I was leaving for the asylum in the morning, and there was nothing I could possibly do to stop that. It was inevitable. I was going to an insane asylum.
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The picture above is Mason.I hope you liked this chapter!
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