*Tashuan's POV*
One of the psychiatrist dudes came in today to tell me something about another sibling. Another perfect child for my parents, another perfect child for me to despise. I tuned out as the doctor started telling me details about my sister, I tuned out, letting the words slide past my ears. "Tash, are you even listening?" he brought me back into focus and hesitated slightly before continuing his description of her, "She has heart failure... The doctors are doing their best but they aren't sure how long she'll live for... We can take you down to see her if you want". Yeah, right, just because she's dying doesn't mean I want to see the 3rd child who could easily overshadow me if she survived, screw that. The psych was still talking, explaining visiting arrangements, what not to do in the hospital, pointless boring things that I had no care for. I had to get him out of the room, and I knew the easiest way to do that was to go psycho, have him call the guards and restrain me while he injected me with Clozapine, and then have them all leave me in peace as I lost consciousness. I opened my mouth and started screaming, the doc immediately calling for help. This was too easy.
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