Everything. I'd give up everything to know who he is.
I mean, of course I know who he is; I just... don't know who he is. I don't know him for who he truly is--I only know what I've heard.
The other patients say he's weird. I believe it, but only because everyone here is a bit weird. And it's not like being weird is a bad thing--it just shows how unique you are.
But they say this weird isn't good. The patients always talk about him--how he talks to himself all the time, how he'll go completely still, how he changes moods so often it'll give you whiplash. They say he sees things--sees things that aren't there. I wouldn't be surprised--everyone here has some form of a mental disorder, so why should he be any different?
They all talk about him as if he's not there. Even when he's around, they talk about him as loud as possible. He doesn't seem to care on the outside, but I could never know how he feels on the inside. They say rude things--call him a freak, call him ugly, make assumptions about why he's here.
He's none of those things to me. Sure, I think everyone's beautiful in their own way, but he's just... gorgeous. There's a certain fire in his eyes, his soulless, sapphire eyes, when he talks to himself. His disheveled hair doesn't look bad--it actually looks quite fluffy from where I am. And his pale skin looks so soft...
I know I probably sound like a pervert, but I don't mean anything I'm saying in that way. Once again, he's just... interesting. No one else here is like him, and I want to get to know this boy so bad.
I will get to know this boy.
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Anxiety Attacks (Septiplier)
FanfictionShort story based around the idea of illness and such. I can't give too much away because I want the story to tell its own... well, story.
