prove me wrong (joshler)

•chapter 7•

please don't hate me:)) this chapter is going to be very hard for me to write and the next few but always remember to stay strong and stay alive frens. tyler was t lying when he said it was worth it. i promise |-/

tylers p.o.v

the car ride was short and terrifying. i couldn't get my mind straight. why was i going to a hospital? they cant just fix me! what are they even going to do to me? how long will i be in there?

why are my parents doing this to me?

we arrived at the hospital and my parents aren't really nurses or anything so they didn't really know where to go.... or really, where to take me.
"no we have to get him to the E.R so they can get to him immediately!" my father yelled.
"you don't understand! they won't take him there! we have to take him to the behavioral center!" my mother corrected and we ended up going there... i just walked behind them in silence. i pulled my sleeves from my ohio university sweater up to my palms and i held back the tears that were coming.

we walked into this small building that was off to the side of the big building of the actual hospital. at this hospital, there were two big towers and each floor was a different unit. i knew a little about this one because debby was speaking of volunteering here.

"hello, do you have an appointment?" the lady behind the counter asked us as we walked in.
"no" my mother started. "we need to admit my son." she took a long shaky breath.
"well ma'am, this section of the hospital, we don't take patients in, this is treatment for out-patients who have already have had help, and we unfortunately don't have a behavior in-patient center here so im going to have to escort you to the e.r" said the lady. my father shot my mom this look and my mother just rolled her eyes. everything just seemed to rush by... not even in focus. we walked down this long hallway with windows. the lady was walking rather quickly. my father was walking behind us with his hands in his pockets and his head down. and my mother... she was just trying to avoid eye contact with the other people walking the opposite way. then we entered through a door that read: "entrance to south tower" i knew i was gonna be here for a while... well not here since...? well i don't even know what im even doing or where im going? my anxiety grew by each second. my chest started to ache as my heart was racing and my mind was just worrying.

what am i doing here? what am i doing here? what am i doing here?... what the hell am i doing here?!

i couldn't breathe and i realized my sobs were choking me. i tried to quiet myself down. the lady reached another door and with her card around her neck, swipped it and we were in the main lobby of the hospital. she rushes over to the other lady at the counter. she whispers in her ear and the only thing i heard her say was "linda, we need to get this young man in here as quickly as possible, it's a crisis."

crisis

is that really what i am... a crisis... i caused this to myself and i get labeled as a crisis...
linda, the lady in the lobby counter nodded and she motioned for me and my mother to come over.

"hi, who are we admitting?" linda asks us.
"my son" my mother asks.
she types something on a computer.
linda was middle aged maybe her mid fortys? and she had blonde hair and grey ones were starting to grow. she also had bangs and icy blue eyes. the two talked about insurance and my health and she seemed to get this done as quickly as possible.
"and, honey, how old are you?" linda asked me.
i couldn't speak i just looked at her and i just wanted to barge out of there and run away from everything... start over. speaking of over.... i just want it to be over.
"tyler?" she asks again.
"17" i answer her in barely a whisper.
she types some more on her computer and hit a button and a white, thin piece of plastic came out of a printer next to me.
"now if you'd like to put that on your left wrist, tyler that would be great. " i picked it up from the printer and i read it silently to myself.