The Insane Souls

Chapter nine

I get a text from Thorn: Hey I'm sorry about what I said I wasn't thinking.. I didn't mean to hurt you.
You didn't mean to hurt me? Ok. Whatever.
I didn't wait for a reply I put my phone down right as Willow and my grandma walk in.
"What happened to your eye?"
"It's nothing grandma.. I just ran into a door.. Where have you guys been going?" Willow put the hurt puppy face on again. "What's going on? Can someone please tell me?"
"We talked to your therapist and sh..she said you're mentally ill.. y..you need to go see a doctor or something like that I do..don't remember." Why is it that it's always Willow to speak up. She seemed terrified while telling me.
"Mentally ill? What kind of doctor? Will I be able to stay here..OR WILL I BE LOCKED UP AND TREATED LIKE TRASH?! WILL I BE TREATED LIKE A PILE OF WORTHLESS CRAP.. OR WILL I BE TREATED LIKE I HAVE A BRAIN?" As I spoke my words got louder as my anger rose up. Willow looked down and my grandma looked away.
"WHY DO YOU LOOK AWAY? TRYING TO AVOID EYE CONTACT?? I guess you do think I'm insane." At this point I has tears running down my face..when did I start crying?
"Well you will be in a facility.. but you won't be treated like trash." My grandma said this like it was a thing I should be happy about. Like it was the 'bright side' of things. I go up to my room and see the texts from Thorn: Are you okay? I'm sorry. I truly am.
I texted him back: you were right. With my 'mental state' my grandma is sending me to a mental facility.. I'm insane.. I've been told that I'm insane, but those are just insults being thrown at me by assholes across the street.. now I've been told that I'm insane by a professional therapist who has known how my brain works for years.. now I know they aren't just insults."

No.. they are just insults. You're not insane you went through a traumatic experience and you need help getting through it.

Huh.. that's what they think too that's why I'm going.

I have to go.. Whisper I love you and will help you with anything just know that.

I love you too Thorn.

"Whisper!!" I walk down the stairs to see people who are here to 'collect' me. "Already being treated like trash I see." I wanted to make them feel guilty for doing this.
"You have until tomorrow to get your things together. Only things that are necessary or valuable to you."
"Okay." In the middle of the night I sneak out of the house with my things and go to Thorns house. He opened the door and was shocked when he saw me.
"Whisper what are you doing here? You're supposed to be leaving tomorrow."
"Yeah.. I know.. that's why I'm here. Duh." I walk in and explain why I'm not staying at my house.
"Thorn I refuse to let myself go through that. People say it's for my own good. But how many people do you see that have actually gotten better in a place like that? I want to stay here for now if that's okay."
"Yeah.. it's fine with me. But what about Willow and your grandma?"
"They'll manage. After all they've been dealing with an insane person for, well, almost my entire life."
"Let's go to bed."

POV: Willow
I wake up to knocking at the door and look at the time. 3am. Great who's at the door at this time in the morning? I walk down the stairs and open the door.
"Why are you here now?"
"We've come to collect you."
"Me? You mean Whisper? I'm Willow."
"Oh Ok 'Willow' we need you to come with us."
"What? No! I'm telling the truth!" I run up the stairs to Whispers room with the people following me. I open the door. "See she's in he-" The bed is empty. Her. Bed. Is. Empty. They grab me and pit me in the back with my hands tied for their 'safety'. When we get to the facility they walk me into the room I'll be staying in for a long portion of my life. I guess this is home now..