Maybe, You Can Save Me?

Home?

"Hey, I'm Back!" The House still looked the same as on the day I Left. Every room, every chair, even the flowers on the table were still the same. It seemed like nothing has changed at all. "Hey Mikey, Can you give me the hammer?" Was the first thing my father said when he saw me. "What Hammer?" I was confused. "Don't play the fool Michael, the hammer on the table" I picked up the hammer and handed it to my father. "What Are you needing it for?" I was still confused. "Michael, don't annoy your father and go back to your room!" "Hi mom" "Hi? Why? Did you went out?" My parents were starrin at me like I had just made a dumb joke. And this was exactly how I felt right now. Like a joke. "I, I..." I stuttered, not being able to say anything. Even though my head was so close to explode. "Michael, go to your room!" My mother sounded like a Commander. Angry. I wanted to say something, but instead, I just went to my room and looked the door behind me.
I couldn't remember the last time I was here. It was my bed, with my Dragon ball Cover, my stuffed Pikachu beside my pillow, my posters of Nirvana on my Wall. Even my old Pens were still on my table and the Windows were closed like on the day I Left. It was my room. I've created everything here, but I still just felt like a stranger. But what did I expect? That some feelings would come out? Memories? Something like a feeling of "home"? But No. Nothing. It just felt like I had never been here before. Even though I had Nearly spent my entire life here.
I Sat down on my bed, and tried to talk to Goku and Pikachu. I knew they wouldn't reply, but they were the only ones who were there. Yeah, I could even talk with Nirvana on my Wall, but they were no longer a Band. Damn, was this really what I have become to? I was a 18-years old who just came out of a mental help Clinic, who prefered to talk with a stuffed Anime Monster and a on his bed-cover printed guy in a orange suit instead of talking with actual humans, even when they were just on posters, and whose parents didn't even notice he had been away? The worst was: I couldn't even be angry at them. I was actually angry at myself. It was my fault. I just shouldn't have come here. Like, what did I expect? That they'd celebrate a "Welcome Back"-Party? No. I was wrong. I did not just Seem like it, in fact, nothing has changed. The only thing that changed is the ammount of dust here. It only contribute to make this "child"-room seems like a dark whole. I was Alone in the dark. Again. I missed Jai, I missed the Clinic. I missed the four walls that kept me away from "The Real World". Yeah, I had my four walls here too, but here, I would have to go out. They told me I'd have to go back to school, do my graduation, find a job. They said it would be necessary. But I was afraid of this. I closed my eyes and just hoped I would wake up back in the Clinic, finding out this was all just a dream...