It's a strange thing this "madness". It takes over your entire being. It drags you into the deepest recesses of a customized Hell. It disorients you so much you don't know your up from your down, your left from your right and there's nothing you can do about it. It seeps into every second of every minute, sinking its claws into you a little bit deeper. Some people deny their madness, but I embrace it. It makes me special, even if it is inconvenient when it makes me do drastic things. But really none of it's my fault.
I finish my paper off, quickly adding my name at the top and hand it to the nurse waiting nearby.
"Thank you Mr. Tomlinson, the doctor will be in momentarily"
I just shrug my shoulders and settle back into the bed. Looking around the small eight by ten room provided for me, I sighed in frustration. I just have to keep telling myself it's for the best. Ni won't leave me this way. If I can make it through this stupid twelve week program he'll welcome me back with open arms. Suddenly I'm snapped out of my thoughts when a man not much younger than me lets himself into my room.
"Mr. Tomlinson? I'm Dr.Styles and I'll be your counsellor through this program. Now let's talk about why you're here"
It takes me a few seconds to pull my thoughts into coherent words due to the sheer.. perfection that is radiating off of this man. Shit.
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A/N: heeey guys. so this is my new story please leave some feedback and lemme know if ya like it ^.^
