I fell in love with my Bully

Chapter 12 Depressed

Like me!
Addict With a pen-twenty one pilots
Hayden POV
I wake up with the same smell of something. Wait how am I alive. Shit I thought I managed to escape this shit hole. Ugh. Wait am I in the hospital. Probably. Ughhhhhhh. I open my eyes and a bright light comes in to view. Definitely in a hospital. I look to see I'm I wires and stuff. I see no one in the room besides a nurse. She sees that I'm awake and leaves to probably get the doctor. I see a man come In. He looks around thirty. Tall with brown hair green eyes. Muscular built. He's married with he's ring. I see that his name is Mark.

"So do you know what happened" Mark asked. "Well I
committedsuicidebytakingpillsandthenjumpingintoalakehopingIwoulddie" I say really quickly.  "Well someone saw you and ran in and saved you" he said. "Why I wanted to die" I ask "So your depressed" he asks. "No shit Sherlock" I say back. "Well we're going to put you on medication for your depression but you should be able to leave soon" he says. I nod. I to tired to actual do something right now. "You have guest coming to see you" he says. I nod. I see Ash run in here. Her makeup is all ruined. She looks like a mess.

"Why would you do that to me it know I would die without you. You made me so scared that you could have actually died. I love you your my bestfriend. I'm serious I really need you so please don't ever do that again. I'm really sorry I wasn't here. I won't ever leave you" she said. Well kind of cried. I hugged her. "I'm sorry" I mumble. I see Noah, Bridgett and Alex come into the room. We had a small talk. I saw Alex basically drooling over Noah. I tell Alex to come to me. "So is Noah the guy you like" I whisper. Her face become red. "Yes but you better not say anything" she whispers back. "My lips are sealed" I say.

I'm dismissed but it's not that good. I don't have to take anti depression pills because they think I will overdose. I have to go to a therapist every week. Ugh I still have to go to school. Nothing has changed really. I walk into school. Everyone's whispering and pointing at me. Obviously the suicidal fag. I just walk into class. It's art so you know the deal. I just draw away all of my thoughts. I listen to addict with a pen.

School goes by slowly. Today is the day where I have to go to this therapist. I walk in and it's this guy. "So why are you so depressed" he asks bluntly. "Well I'm bullied and abused for being gay" I say. "Ew you're a faggot" he sneers. I stand up. I walk to the door and leave. No way am I dealing with this motherfucker. I see the lady who arranged everything. "Why aren't you with Doctor Matthew your therapist" she asks. "Because he's a homophobic prick" I say. "Oh I'm we can get you another one" she says. "Whatever" I say.

I start to walk away when I hear my name. I turn around and see a young woman. Maybe twenty seven. "I'll see him" she says. She has purple hair but her roots are black. She has tan skin with dark brown eyes. She has a nice body. Decently tall. She seems nice. She smiles at me. I walk with her into her room. "Hi um I'm Hayden if you didn't know" I say. "Oh hi I'm Chloe" she smiles. "Um Doctor Chloe why would you want to be with me I'm a pain in the ass" I ask. "First off don't say Doctor you can just call me Chloe. Second off you seem like a genuine nice kid that just needs to feel happy" she says.

"Ok" I respond. "So what's your favorite color" she asks. "Blue and aren't you suppose to like ask me. Why are you depressed. Or what's going on at home. Or why did you commit suicide" I ask. "Well would you like me to" she asks. "No" I say. "Exactly. I was depressed at age 11 and commuted suicide later on. I was asked those questions and it would annoy me so much" she says. I nod. How can someone so happy like her been depressed.

We talked like this. Not personal questions about my depression. Questions you would ask if you're trying to make a friend. I really like her. I walk home and see Chris. That little shit. He runs up to me. "What the fuck do you want" I ask. Not even hiding my anger. "Is it true did you commit suicide" he asks. I turn around. "Wait did you" he says. "Ask the rumors"I say and walk home. I see my mom still on the couch haven't moved. I go to my room. I sit and sleep.

Dream
"Hey Ash" I say. "Ew the faggot is talking to me" she says. "Ash" I say. "Ew don't talk to me it was just a bet just like Justin was. I never cared about you. Justin didn't either it was a bet you idiot. You know who's here. Justin. And Nick. NOOO not Nick. "Hey it's been awhile hasn't it been Hayden" he says. "Get away leave me alone"I ask. "Oh what did I do wrong Hayden" he asks innocently. Everyone starts to surround me. "DIE DIE DIE DIE FAGGOT!" I hear people shout. I'm on a ledge. I jump off. "YAY HES GONE. THE SIN DIED. WELL HE WAS ALREADY DEAD" Ash yelled. Everyone was laughing. Laughing.
D
E
A
D

I wake up and it's two. Great. I'm covered in sweat. Another nightmare. I put my stuff on And grab my backpack. I run to the skatepark. I start doing tricks and stuff. I see its time to go to school so I start heading to school. I see there's no one because I'm super early. I just walk in and out my stuff down. It's music class so I go in there. I see no one in there so I set my bag down and play the piano. Singing addict with a pen. I see the teacher come in so I stop and head to my seat. I wait for everyone to come in so I just listen to music.

Everyone piles in. The teacher starts talking.
Class ends so I go to my locker. I see a sticky note saying suicide fag on it. I throw it away and open my locker. Millions of sticky notes fall out. Everyone laughs. Ugh whatever. I grab my stuff and head to my next class.

At lunch everything was weird. It was so much more quite. Why. Something  is up. I then see no one is EATTING. Shit that's weird. I then see a pizza slice coming at me. I ducked and this girl got hit. Oh damn she was pissed. "WHO THREW THAT" she yelled. She threw her pizza at a girl who was laughing. And that's how it started. People throwing food at each other.

I quietly left. I put in my headphones. I feel something on my shoulder. I turn to see Chris and he's friends. "Oh so here's the fag" Chris laughs. They all beat me up. It's not good. I can't see anything. I get hit and punched and kicked. I can't see anymore. I can hear a bit but it's muffled. I get sharp pain in my leg. Then everything goes black for what the a hundredth time.

Hey guys sorry it took long to update. I got really depressed. But that doesn't matter. I would really appreciate it if you commented because I want to know about you people!!!! Please comment on my book!