After that semi-normal day at school, I took the bus (with no Alana) to the hell house. That's just a nickname for my "home sweet home". It sucks. Jason is always there when I get there, but I never usually see him. Which is why it really surprised to see him waiting for me at the bus stop.
"What?" I asked.
"Mom, she needs to have a talk with you."
"Uh, I'll pass. Thanks for the offer though." I shoved pass him and started walking towards my house, but he caught up with me in no time.
"No, this is mandatory. Dad even came home from work early."
"Why would he... SHIT! She actually called them!" I stared directly at Jason, searching his eyes to see if I had guessed correctly. He looked directly at me.
"This isn't healthy. You're going to high school next year. If anyone, and I mean anyone finds out about your 'visions', they'll think you're just flat out retarded, and I will have to be the one who has the delusional sister. So, yes, you're going." He grabbed me by the arm and practically dragged me into the house.
"Hey honey!" Said my mom, a fake model-like smile plastered to her old, worn face.
"Mom, please, before we start again, I swear, I'm not on drugs, I don't have a mental illness, and yes, I swear I won't cause another disruption in class. Now, I have a crap ton of homework to get done, so if you will excuse me..."
"Hon, sit down. That was the last straw with you and your mythical creature." Said my Dad, rage flowing from every pore."
"Darling," started my mom, "Your father and I have made a decision. This, uh, It has gotten out of hand. We have been looking at some psychologists in the area, and there are a few that have dealt with teens like you before."
"And, they can prescript medication too!" Chimed in my Dad.
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HorrorEveryone is afraid of something. For some it's spiders. For others it's the dark. For me, it's it. The one who is outside my window. The one who watches me while I sleep. He's always there, watching, waiting, but for what? My friends don't believe m...
