The doctor walked in. He looked too young to be a doctor.
"Dan Howell?" He asked and i nodded, not wanting to speak.
"Hi Dan, I have some things to update you on." again, I nodded.
My hands were shaky, I wanted to tug on the thing that was holding them up, but I figured it was no use. I couldn't feel my stomach anymore, and felt like I was about to throw up. Probably just me again.
"Well, we've talked to people that know you, your parents, teachers, and people who claimed to have been your friends. We've had trouble diagnosing you, so we're sending you to a mental hospital a couple hours away from here, where they can diagnose you professionally."
And then it hit me, all these years hiding away from people, hiding my real emotions and ways of coping were useless, because now people are trying to save me from my mind that is trying to kill me from the inside.
a/n- I'm going to try to update a lot tomorrow because i haven't been updating at all recently.
