Almost Broken. (Finished.)

Too broken

This is shit, okay I tried writing this so many times, like you have no fucking clue, It's not easy being this shit at writing, yes, I'm a meme. Anyway, it's bad. Oh and this is really short, but I'll probably update sooner. and in this when I'm talking about him being kidnapped or whatever I use "That" "There" and "Him" Just to make sure ya know what I'm talking about.

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Two months later~

I was saved. Well, for the most part, the police found me, I was taken into the hospital, and I was in a coma for weeks, not because I fell on the stupid rug, but because I'd lost a lot of blood and I was hurt a lot.

After a month of being in the hospital (not in a coma) I left with my mother to live in her shitty apartment that's what she called it anyway, I mean it wasn't perfect or anything but it's is so much better then "there" This place is heaven compared to "there"

After a while of having a psychiatrist, I said I didn't need one anymore, it just felt like nothing was helping, and I really didn't want to talk about "Him" anymore, I can't even think of that place without having a panic attack..

So now I spend most of my days in my room or with my mom sometimes she makes me go out, but it's been awhile, I guess she got the message after me freaking out, and getting lost in the store, but that's story for another time, at first we'd had a lot of doctors visiting and psychiatrists trying to help, and they said I was getting somewhere, but it just felt like I was running in place.

I'm laying on my bed staring at my ceiling, everything's a little fuzzy, well, a lot fuzzy after I left the hospital we found out I'm a little blind seeing as I tried walking and ran into a wall and, I never thought anything of it when I was in that place because I was more worried about dying, and not being half blind...So now I have to wear fucking glasses.

Lay there for an hour or so just staring at the fuzzy ceiling, then my mother runs in my room

"Issei!" She yells, she looks like a fuzzy black cloud

"Where are your glasses?"

I shake my head. Letting her know that I have no clue either, seeing as I can't fucking see.

After I was saved, I've felt no need to talk, I can and I will sometimes but, most of the time, I don't care enough.

"Oooh, I think I know where they are. One second I'll be right back! and then I'll tell you something cool!" She yells and runs out of the room

My mom is very young she acts like a twelve year old though, when I ran away, she was married to some guy that didn't treat her right, he kinda just ignored me, but I did the same to him, sooo. Anyway, after I left he finely left her, after a year or so, she said that she was driving him crazy with her will to find me and that she'd never give up, even though the cops did, anyhow, he left her, and kicked her out of the house with no money, so she continued working at her shitty job, and crashed at friends houses, and finely had enough money to keep looking for me, then a friend said they found her somewhere to live and to forget about me, she didn't forget though but took the house. She's just a tad bit crazy.

"I found them!" She cheers as she walks into the room, she places them on my face.

I look at her she's already, ready for work her hairs still down though. She has curly black hair, that's past her butt, she used too always have it at her shoulders, everyone says we look a lot a like, but they also think we're siblings, that is until I can her mom, because that normal throws people off.

"Okay, so they we're searching "that" place, and they found"she says digging around her pockets," This!!" She says pulling out my phone. I just stare at it" I get it if you just want me to throw it away, but I thought you may want one, seeing as I can't afford a new one. "she says mumbling the last part.

"No, Thank you for asking them to look."I say and try and smile at her.

"You're welcome, Love. Now come on lets get you up so I can get to the restaurant!" she says placing the phone on the bedside table.

"Do you want to try and get up by yourself or no?" She asks in a calming voice.

I shake my no, I really don't like to bother and try.

"Okay, now stay seated until I can grab your crutches."

I nod

She grabs my wrists and helps into a sitting position, yes, I hurt my back, and have a few broken ribs (Yes, they did have enough time to heal, I'm just stupid, and when I tried too, stand up and walk I fell. and died)

She grabs the crutches and helps me to the living room

Once I'm seated at the couch, she gives me my phone.

"I charged it last night some everything should work"She winks" and I'm going to be late"She says looking at the clock." Okay, so there's food in the kitchen, Mr. Sawmura will be over later, to check on you and he said he'd bring over his boyfriend who's a psychiatrist, he'd said he'd evaluate you for free, so be nice! Okay my love I'll be back by nine."She rushes out of the house. I continue to stare at the spot she was, I feel like she wasn't late of work she just didn't want to her me say again that I don't need a psychiatrist.

I look down at the phone

It's broken in a few places but besides that it's fine. Same.

I turn it on.

There's a few messages, I go onto the texting app.

There's a few messages from the guy I talked to a few months ago, which is weird.

I go through them.

Mom(ish): Ok byeeeee~ that's from a few months ago when I said I had to go there's a like ten more.

Mom(ish): Guess who's laying on the floor again with lame ass boring friends.

Mom(ish) If you guessed me then youre right

Mom(ish) wow im being ingored rude.

Mom(ish) come back i need new friends....

And so on so fourth it go's on for three months, you'd think he would give up. He hasn't messaged since the first of this month, It's the twentieth. I wounder if I messaged him he'd message back, probably not, and even if I'm kinda boring and depressing, and what if he's just like the last guy? I wouldn't make it this time for sure.

I put down the phone and stare at the wall, what if this doctor is just like all the rest, I'm unhelpable, or what if he wants me to change everything about the way we live.

I wouldn't be okay with that, I mean..... I'm too broken.

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This is what you get when my head feel like it's going to explode. Anyway let me know if there's any typo's and shit. Until next time.

FancyEnemyPanda~