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Leaving

Schizo. Fuck fuck fuck.

I snapped my head at Lilliana. She had been told that she can't be in here while me and my mother had some time to ourselves. The voices were still screaming at me. You little fuck. Lilliana made you like this. You're gonna get sent away. Looney Bin. Jail. Killed. We'll kill you. Commit suicide you freak. Mom was trying to say something to me but I payed no attention. My eyes started to leak as I sniffed. My once normal life has been ripped from under my feet. I had just met Lilliana and she pushed me too far. Tried getting me into a relationship too fast. Yet there was still something intriguing about her. Some of my thoughts of her were negative. Others were positive. There was one, however, that was pleasurable. I shook it off.

"- care of you. You'll be okay hun bun." My mother. Her brown hair pulled into a messy ponytail. Blue orbs scattered with worry and regret. Makeup smeared. She looked horrible. A powerful business woman now looked frightened and and panicked. Past tense. A powerful business woman is frightened and panicked. Not normal.

"What?" I asked not hearing much of what she had said previously.

She paused and gulped in air, "When you get there, they will take care of you. You'll be okay-"

"Where?" My tone sounded harsh and fierce. I didn't mean for it to sound as it did. She flinched. My mother does not flinch.

She picked her words out of a trash can and spoke softly, "You're going to a place where you can be helped. They need to find one. It'll take them some time to find one but until then I've struck a deal with them. You are allowed to go to school until such time." She picked up her strong and confident tone of voice, "Anyways, I'm getting out of here. Hospitals are full of disease and I have a meeting." She's back in control. Fixing her makeup she stood tall and walked out.

A few minutes later, Lilliana walked in with a glass of water, "The doctors let me bring you some water and ibuprofen..." her sentence traveled off. I looked at the clock. 2:48 am. Dammit. It's late. I didn't want to be here longer. I stood from the bed and saw a hospital gown.

"Ah fucking great, where's my pants? That's a question I never really wanted to say out loud." I picked up the atmosphere with light banter. Lilliana forced a smile then let it drop. She wasn't in the mood apparently. And I guess I'm always in the mood for puns or jokes.

I found my clothes on a chair. I took off the gown and threw on the clothes. The blonde had been looking outside to see if anyone was coming. After finishing, I took her arm, "We're leaving." I nudged her forward and she nodded moving to look out and led the way out.

I never knew I would ever be in this reality but now it is my reality. And now I get to deal with it. A Looney boy. A mysterious girl. A dying father. And a powerful mom. Everything around me is crumbling and I'm the cause. I want to fix it. And I'll do that with Lilliana.