"Kyle! Time to wake up and go to school!"
In response to that, I groan and curl up in a ball even more.
It's not like I'd slept, anyway.
Not with the pounding of: 'THEY WILL SEE YOU. THEY WILL SEE YOU. LIKE THIS. WHAT WILL THEY DO WHEN THEY SEE HOW YOU'VE CHANGED? THINK OF HOW IT WILL HURT THEM.' going through my head.
After five minutes, Shelia fucking Broflovlinski feels that it should come and see if I have died.
It wishes. Shelia knows I'm not loyal to it anymore.
"Come on now, get up!"
I move and look it right in the face.
"You look like you haven't slept at all!"
"That's your fucking fault. Drop me back off at the mental hospital, that would be better than this." I hiss.
Surprise and guilt flashes across it's face.
"I was trying to help you."
"WELL WHAT A FUCKLOAD THAT DID!" I scream.
I'm now sure which thing it was trying to excuse itself from.
Sending me to the 'hospital for troubled teens' in nicer words.
Or the reason I went all crazy-- taking me away from south park with not as much as a goodbye.
I missed this place so much, I even found myself missing Cartman.
I didn't fit in with the new kids, the only person I befriended was friends with me for a few days, and then they bullied the shit out of me. I fell into depression.
The depression eventually went to cutting, and suicidal shit, which is what happened. Only nut jobs like me go to a mental hospital.
You would get like this too, if you lost everything you've known, and didn't belong in the new place at all.
Come to think of it, those few sentences were the first thing besides 'I don't want to go back' I've said to it in months.
"I-I'm... sorry. My choices weren't for your best interest." It mumbles.
"Like hell they weren't! I fucking hate you!" I seethe.
Maybe I should let this go.
The therapist told me I should do some anger exercises when I got like this.
HA! Who the fuck is actually cliché enough to do stuff like that?
Count to ten,
Don't say things you don't mean,
It will only hurt others.
THAT'S THE FUCKING POINT! TO HEAVE SOME OF THE PAIN THEY INFLICTED ON ME RIGHT BACK!
I fling my black clothing on, and make sure to go for the black beanie.
Screw the uskanka to hell.
I shove all my disgusting red hair into the beanie.
It was easier to get all the hair into my other one.
No.
That green piece of overused cloth is a scrap of the old me- the one no one will ever get back. No sense in trying.
I walk to the door.
"I know you're mad at me, but you're not leaving yet, are you? You haven't eaten..."
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