Am I crazy? (✔)

Month 4

Hope you like.

The drug test result was positive.

Wow what a shocker...idiots.

YOU ALREADY EXPLAINED IT TO THEM.

After an eternity of endless questions, unreasonable stares, disapproving heads and pity sighs, you were finally released.

Of course you'd still have to attend some assessments so they can monitor whether your addiction needs treatment. If you don't go or fail to stay 'till the end, they'll punish you with a prison sentence of 3 months.

You grunted frustrated in your chair at the police station. You've been sitting there for a few hours now.

(Y/N)...where are your parents? Why aren't they already here?

You called them earlier using the station's telephone, but no one responded.

As it got dark out, a policeman approached you informing that it's time you should head home.

You had kindly asked for a ride home if it was possible, but unbelievably, they all rejected immediately.

Getting up, you walked out into the dark night barefoot, shivering wildly because of the cold wind.

But soon, pain shot through your chest as you arrived home to find everyone sleeping.

"I'm so done." You muttered heading towards the stairs.

Finally entering your room, you spotted something unusual resting on your bed.

It was a stuffed plush of a fox.

...what...

And a note.

My poor baby, you must be freezing right? Rachelle told me she convinced your parents into punishing you like this for accusing me. I wanted to go get you love, but reporters wouldn't stop pestering. So, I'll leave you Mini-Fox to cuddle with and keep warm.

Dream of me,

-your lover

With the note in hand, you slowly crumpled it.

Gritting your teeth, you threw it in the trash.

Then, turned your attention to the plush. Grabing it, you hurled it down and stomped on it. "You Annoying! Sick! Crazy!-" Reaching, you picked it up and flunged it at the wall, only to suddenly hear a CRACK!

Surprised, you looked around for the source. As realization started creeping it's way into your head, your eyes slowly traveled back to the Fox.

Nearing it, you held the head. At the instant touch of something solid, a shiver went down your spine. You ripped apart and removed the stuffing, uncovering what looked like a hidden camera...

A spy cam!?

The lens was placed behind the eyes. You stared at it.

"-Twisted son of a bitch."

From that day forward, nothing was the same.

You were repeatedly seen on TV. Always the same part. Everytime you'd finish explaining your side of the story while restrained from the officer, the people watching would burst out laughing. As if it were a scene of some comedy series.

At school was the same. Students constantly mocking and imitating you. There were even videos, parodies. Your known as "The one who's gone completely insane."

Home is no different either. Your parent's yells never cease. Their anger is due to how the neighborhood recognizes them now, "Parents of the crazy one." "Irresponsible." "Drug addict child."

"YOU'VE BROUGHT SHAME TO THIS FAMILY!" Bellowed your father. "WHAT A DISGRACE! BECAUSE OF YOU WE'VE BEEN MADE OUTCASTS! JOKES! EVERYONE RIDICULES US!"

As you ignored, which was already a daily routine but not at all easy to muster, you continued walking towards the stairs.

"You better be sending your apologies to Vincent everyday!" Shouted your mother.

"Where did we go wrong? What did we do to raise such a crack-addict punk!"

Creases quickly formed on your forehead out of anger. "I'm not a crack-addict punk!"

Your father turned his attention to you. "DISRESPECTING US NOW? HOW DID I NOT SEE THAT COMING? YOU THINK YOU'RE SO TOUGH HUH?-"

"Why don't you believe me!? I'M your child! Vincent's a stranger!"

"You've said enough!" Intervined your mother. "Go to your room before someone hears more of your gibberish!"

With no hesitation you proceeded marching up the stairs. Now glad being in your room, since it's the only place you could be at peace.

All of this...because you measly accused him?

Your parents had taken away your cell phone. Not to mention they forbid you to use the computer or any electronic device.

Sighing, you laid on your bed and took out some notebooks to study, but your mind couldn't help wander off into thought. Constantly.

You highlighted the words you wrote on your page.

Ways of uncovering-

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Slightly jumping, you looked up at your door irritated. "Wha-"

"Dinner is ready." Your mother's voice informed.

That's weird. They've been sending you to your room without dinner these past few weeks. Why the change?

Raising an eyebrow, you closed your notebook and got up.

Steping out into the hallway, you descended the steps and entered the dinning room.

"There you are." He smiled. "Had any good dreams lately?"

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