Room 114 // Tyler Joseph

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I'm Dandelion, but don't me that. Call me Dail. I easier to say, and I hate my real name.

I'd like to say I'm pretty messed up.

Some say I'm a maniac, some say I'm an idiot, some say I'm...different.

I was diagnosed with schizophrenia three years ago.

It's frustrating.

I hear a person...no...voice...

Sometimes I laugh at it, not because it's talking to me, but because it's there. But only to me...no one else.

There's one voice that visits me when I try sleeping.

They haunt me.

I want it to end.

Not just the voices.

I want me to end.

I don't think I'm schizophrenic. I think those people just wanted my money.

I have a panic disorder. I also have depression. I hear one voice. It's not even a voice, it's more like a different thought process.

The 'voice' makes me see things...memories.

It always shows me how I felt when my dad left, when my mom died, and when my brother left.

My mother is gone, my father is gone, my brother makes no room for me, and my literal only friend is never there for me.

I understand why I'm lonely.

I'm a horrible person.

If you met me, you'd know

But enough of me.

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I get out of my car and head into the big building in front of me.

"Don't shake Dail." I tell myself.

I do anyways, of course.

I walk into the building then to the front desk.

"Hi sweetie, may I help you." She asks, I almost smile.

"I-I'm Dandelion Lewis. I have an appoin-appointment." I state.

"Okay, take a seat and we'll call you when we're ready." I nod my head.

I walk over to the green chairs with the childish designs on them and close my eyes. I count to ten, then open them, then close them and count again.

It helps with stress.

After about ten minutes, a tall man says my name.

"Dandelion Lewis." He says. I stand up and walk towards him. "Are you Dandelion Lewis?"

"Y-yes" I say

"Okay, follow me to Room 114."

I nod my head and look at his wrist, seeing that there's a tattoo. The tattoo is two lines. I look on my forearm at the small writing my mom always signed;

Love mommy xx

My eyes start stinging. I quickly look away from it and stare at the back of the doctors head.

"Okay Dandelion, take a seat" he says once we enter the small checkup room. "It says here that you're diagnosed with a panic disorder, depression, and schizophrenia." He states.