Going Insane || .drama.

Is this Love or am I Going Insane?

Introduction:

Hi, I'm Fantine Davis.

I guess you could say I'm a simple person.

I act like I am at school, and pretty much anywhere in public, but there is much more to me that people don't know about.

I guess the general stuff is that I am fifteen years old, I have bright reddish-orange hair, very pale skin that will burn in seconds when revealed to the scorching hot sun, and ocean-blue eyes. I live in Chicago, I don't have any friends, I am desperate for anyone to love me, and everyone at school thinks I'm a complete whack-job.

I don't get good grades in school, so people think I'm retarded.

It went around school last year, when I was the new kid, that I got back from a mental hospital. That is actually true.

My parents; John and Myra Davis; don't care the least about me. You could say I'm trapped. They don't let me go anywhere but my room, which can make me go crazy.

How did I wind up in a mental hospital, you're asking? Well, that's exactly why. It's not completely my fault I go bizzerk in my room. My parents wouldn't let me leave. I don't do anything in there but write to my hearts content. So, I'm not stupid. I am actually very smart. I hide it in school because of one reason; summer school.

School is good for only a few reasons; it keeps me away from home where I am locked away, and it keeps me occupied.

The only way I can go to summer school is having bad grades! Yes, I could do it for an early start for the next year, but my school isn't a very good school. They don't do extra-cirriculars, advance academic classes, or anything like that. Only summer school, because it is required by law. My parents could care less if I went to a good school. I'm good for nothing to them. I hate them, and I wonder why they even keep me around. They should have just given me up for adoption if they didn't want me, so I can be given to parents who wanted me, bought me for a reason; to love me.

I would much rather go to school all my life being made fun of, hated, and persecuted, than stay home locked away, barely being fed, no one accompanying you, no one loving you or even talking to you for a whole summer, plus the weekends and hours after school I stay home.

I know, my life is a disaster.

I still have to go to a doctor once a month to see how I'm doing, and psychological therapy once a week, which makes me happy in a way, because I can be away from my dreaded room.

I wonder every day why there are people in the world that just had tough luck. I am one of those people.

We can't do anything about it, and we can't make our lives any better because it just turned out that way.

I am only a teenager. I can't do anything about my life. I can try to avoid things I don't want to deal with, but they will always be there.

Tough luck.