Creative | Ambrose

prologue

"Dean."

I groaned and moved my neck around. "What?!" I said with a very hostile undertone in my voice.

"You haven't been here for your appointments in weeks."

"I know," I sat back on the leather couch, and put my feet up on the coffee table. "I chose not to come."

"I can see that, even though I haven't seen you." I just stared at him. He sighed and twirled his pen around in his fingers.

"You know that this is apart of your recovery, right? If I go back and tell the hospital, they'll be forced to put you back in there, in solitary, for possibly the rest of your life." I chuckled at his statement.

"Why? So they can lock me in a padded room and put me in a "special jacket" like I'm some kind of animal?!" I yelled, getting angrier and angrier at the thought of being locked away because someone thinks they've got it all figured out.

"No, Dean...I don't want that to happen to you; wether you believe it or not is up to you. But you're going to have to start coming on a more consistent basis. Or else I'll have no other choice."

I leaned forward and smiled at him. "Do you think I'm crazy, Doc?"

"In all honesty, I think you're a psychopath."

"I prefer, 'creative'."

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omg, this is my first piece of writing in over a year. my life has changed so much, but I think I'm ready to start writing again. I'm very proud of this actually lmao. please don't let this flop!!!! vote, comment, share, whatever. and I'll hopefully see you guys soon :)

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