"Liam dear, you're sick!" I let out a scream, stomping my foot and throwing my arms around, like a 4 year old throwing a tantrum. "No I'm not! It's true!! They're there! Always telling me all this mean stuff, haunting me almost. They're.. they're..." my voice slowly fades as I start shedding angry tears. "Shh, I know" "No! You don't know, no one knows!" I once again yell, pushing her hand harshly, as she tries to stroke my back. "Don't.touch.me" she let her arms rest by her sides, letting out a sigh, before talking again. "Fine, I'll be talking to your parents to see what they want, but most likely you'll be sent to a mental hospital for teenagers." The words haven't even left her mouth before I start coughing, I can't be sent to a mental hospital! I can't! "Wha-what?" I choke out, crying harder than before. "You heard me."
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They left me here, they didn't even bother to say goodbye.! Just said that they hope I get better then they left. I don't even know where I am?! All I know is that this is some kind of a mental hospital for teenagers, a.k.a my worst nightmare. "H-hey, do you kn-know where w-we are?" someone stutter, I turn around, instantly being drawn towards the angelic voice. "Uhh, no." I look down, ashamed. "M-my parents k-kinda just left m-me here..." I say, though it comes out more as a whisper, and then I of course break down crying. I chuckle, still crying, and look up at him. "Y-you must think I'm such a wimp." I shake my head, not bothering to wipe away the tears. They'll just be replaced by new ones anyway. "Hey, that's not true! My parents left me aswell, saying I'm sick and need to stop acting like a lunatic." I look into his beautiful eyes, getting lost for a second. He doesn't like you! He'll- "No! Stop it! Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!!" I scream, covering my ears, trying to make the voices stop.
All of a sudden I feel a pair of warm arms wrap around me, hugging me. I carefully remove my hands, still not daring to open my eyes. "Shh, it's okay. They're gone now, they can't hurt you. Shh.. everything will be okay." the soothing, honey like, voice from the nameless boy whispers in my ear, instantly calming me down. I eventually look up, into his eyes once again. "Wh-why are you still here? N-no one ever s-stays during my breakdowns... N-not wi-without yelling at me." I whisper. I receive an apologetic look and he move his right hand from my waist to my face, using his thumb to wipe away the tears. "Hey, I'm here now. No one will ever treat you like that again, okay?" I nod, keeping silent. "Thank you" "Anytime, you deserve to be happy. Now lets go find someone to explain this crappy place for us, yeah?" I chuckle "Yeah."
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