No Emotion Behind My Smiles [W.I.P.]

Chapter One

I still can't believe what that horrid therapist said.

"His mind is that of a child. If it doesn't get what it wants it pouts... in the form of self harming. His mind is also a completely separate consciousness from his own.
It watches what he does, like a security camera. It intervenes in his life whenever it thinks he is in danger, or need to cause harm."

Child.

I am no fucking petty child. Do you think I want us to be bullied. Do you think I have a reason to be happy? Do you think I purposely cause harm?! She has no clue what me and Ryan have been through. Eight years of bullies, fifteen years of bad parents, eight years of our entire family disowning me.

Im so frustrated. I just want to scream and yell at every terrible person in this world. They don't care, nobody cares.

Please, I'm trying to do my homework

Shut up.
Im angry at the world.

Well, I'm angry at this math, so help me, instead of whining.

Ugg. I decide to help Ryan with our homework. See! I do more than monitor like a security camera! Im helping Ryan with our homework. Good thing to because he seemed to be struggling on his own.

We get ready for school. School. The place I love so much...
The people at school can all go to hell. Ryan keeps trying to shut me, and keeps failing. He is never good at shutting me up. We walk to school and go around to the kitchen doors. The chef ladies allow us to go in through the kitchen doors so we don't get bullied trying to get in.

"Honey, can you come downstairs please?" Ugg. I can feel Ryan doesn't want to go downstairs either. After our therapist told our parents we were "broken" they abandoned us. They treated us like a shattered window, if touched, we would falls apart.

We walked down our wooden stairs. All the pictures of us with our family were taken down from the walls. I came to the living room where my parents were sitting with my therapist. I glared at her, and she smiled back.

"Come sit down honey." My mom patted the empty spot on the couch next to her. We sluggishly walked over and plopped down sinking into the seat.

"Hello Ryan, and his mind." The therapist said. Doesn't she know she can just address us as a single person? Ryan just nods, not wanting me to go on a verbal rampage.

"I have some exiting news! Ryan has been approved to receive medicine to make his separate consciousness go away.

Wait. What?

This is bad.
You aren't just some separate  thing. You are my freeking mind!

What's going to happen?!
Will I stop existing?!
I don't want to end!

Me and Ryan begin to panic. Im not just a separate thing. Im is literal mind. If I were to stop, so would Ryan! She pulls out an orange pill bottle.

"I want you to take one." She pulls one out. I start panicking.
What's this mean for me?!
For Ryan?!?

I was frozen I couldn't move. I could feel Ryan panic. We both knew this was bad. While I was panicking, she shoved one in my mouth with some water. I.. I.. I feel.. nothing? Nothing? Nothing? No thoughts, no feelings, fading.

RYAN HELP! I CANT REMEMBER ANYTHING?! RYAN?! RYANNN?!