West||Life Story

Chapter Nine

Last night was the hardest night since they died. My meltdown only worsened and by the mere hours of the morning Jake was in tears, while I just sat there, blank of all emotion, tearing myself apart on the inside.

I don't quite remember everything, all I know is I ended up in hospital. So that's where I am now. Jake is sitting beside me, rubbing my hand gently.

"Mr. Harrison, after the mental evaluation you've undertaken, we believe that once you return home from Sydney, you will have to start at a psychiatric care centre, they will do further evaluations and decide what medications to put you on from there." The doctor said.

"Okay." I said hoarsely.

***

"Okay, we've got everything, let's go home." Tom said, getting into the ute.

We drove the five hour drive almost in silence. Jake's head was on my lap and she was sleeping, as was I, because neither of us slept last night.

The drive seemed shorter than it usually does, and we were soon back at the farm house.

Jake and I got out of the car and grabbed a few bags each, taking them inside. The rest of my clothes and all of my trophies and things went to Jake's room, then all of Winnie's things went to her room.

I went to Wyatt's room to give him something. He wasn't in there, so I sat it on his bed, then I went to Wade's room and did the same.

"West! We've gotta go see doctor Finemen!" Tom yelled from downstairs.

I walked down the stairs and out the door to the ute, without acknowledging the girls who were all saying hi.

We drove to the care centre and signed in for my appointment.

Dr. Finemen came out a few minutes later, asking for me. I followed him into a room out the back and sat down in the leather chair he'd directed me to.

"So, West. Your doctor in the city told me what happened... I'm sincerely sorry for your losses and also that the aftermath has clearly started worsening." He said.

"Thanks." I mumbled.

The appointment was boring and he ended up putting me on some experimental drug.

We drove home and walked inside.

As soon as I entered Jake walked up to me.

"How'd it go?" She asked.

"They put me on some experimental drug." I said quietly.

She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into a hug.

"Everything's gonna be okay, you just need to get through the weekly sessions and the drug rounds and everything will be fine."

"Wait, West are you sick or something?" Wyatt asked.

"It's not like you would care. You hate me, remember?" I said.

"West, I saw the photo and the note and the book... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please, are you sick? I need to know West, I can't loose you." He said, walking over yo me.

"I'm not physically sick. I'm mentally sick. While we were in Sydney... Jamie admitted to killing mum and dad. I beat the truth out of him then left and had a meltdown in the streets, until our old neighbour took me home, where my meltdown got worse and I broke the tiles and ended up in hospital, I'm fine." I assured him before walking upstairs to the room.

I sat how I usually do, with my leg hanging out the window.

I held the broken picture frame in my hands. It was our last happy moment.

We were at Winnie's third birthday party and we got a photo of all six of us together, we were smiling and laughing and everything was great. Now that's all gone.