He's Not Normal (Completed)

XXI

Dear shit journal x

Today marks a month I've been in this hell hole. I've made a "friend" if you wanna call him that. His name's Chris. He's in here because he used to be anorexic, still is. Then there's this girl, Kimberly, she's sarcastic as hell and hangs out with Chris, I guess she's cool. She's a bit flirty though, I'm not too happy about that, to be honest.

   "Dan you okay? You seem distracted." Chris looked at me from his bed.

   "I'm okay," I lied. "You go back to your drawings."

   He smiled then turned back to his wall. The drawings he did were terrible, with crayon too. I didn't like it, but Jake allowed it so I guess it was fine.

   "Knock knock!" Kimber walked in with a box. She set it on the desk beside my bed, and got a few things out. "I'm moving halls. I'll be in A tonight."

   "One step closer to leaving." Chris said with a smile. "That's amazing."

   "Yep!" She smiled. "So I want to give you two a few things. Chris I am giving you more crayons, and you Daniel, get this journal I got from my mom."

   She handed me an old leather journal. The pages were yellow, and you could tell it was worth things. I looked up at her, "thank you."

   "Don't thank me." She shook her head. "I'm just being nice."

   "Will you be able to still visit?" Chris asked. "I like seeing your face."

   "I dunno." She shrugged and picked up the box. "Guess we'll find out, huh?"

ΞΞΞ

   "They told me with your behavior you'll be getting out in less than a year."

   I looked at Amy from across the table. She looked distracted, distant and hurt.

   "Yeah." I nodded. "It'll be good to see everyone again."

   "Dan I'm leaving." She blurted. "I-Im going back to the UK."

   "When?" I asked.

   "Next week."

   I looked down. She was leaving everything. Her friends, belongings.... Me. "I'll be homeless then, huh?" I chuckled. "I probably deserve it.."

   "Dan I.. I'm sorry.." She looked down. "I just can't deal with things right now okay? I still love you-" she reached across the table to grab my hands, I pulled away and stood.

   "Just go."

   "Dan please.."

   "Goodbye." I walked to the security guard, telling him I was ready to go. I watched her wipe away a tear as the elevator doors closed.

ΞΞΞ

   "How was your visit?" Jake asked, sitting up and looking at me. Suddenly everyone's eyes were on me, and I felt very small and weak.

   "Okay, I guess." I shrugged, looking away. "Can we skip me please?"

   "If you want to," he turned to Chris, and began talking to him.

   I crossed my legs up in the chair and hugged my knees, resting my chin on them. I started zoning out, listening to the voices of the other people in the room. Reality began to settle in, and everything started to hit me all at once.

   I was in a mental home for teenagers, my step mom was leaving me here in America, and my friends didn't care for me. I was sick, there was something mentally wrong with me.

   I wasn't normal.

   I was ugly.

   I was a freak.

   No wonder no one wanted me. No wonder It said those things to me. It was telling the truth. I missed It. I missed being able to talk to someone whenever. I was so alone. So goddamn alone..

Extremely short chapter but aye I really am happy about this one?? This one being shirt means there will be a long one next chapter. And I always keep my promises!