Facility.
Those words shot through my head like knives.
I can't go.
I can't.
IM NOT CRAZY.
She looks at me then turns her attention towards her wrist watch.
She mumbles,"I think I can still get there on time"
She stands up and looks through an old file cabinet.
I finally come out of shock,and the feeling gets replaced with rage.
"Y-you can't do that"Dammit Jewels don't stutter.
She stops shuffling and turns around,"Yea I can"I shake my head almost immediately,"no,you don't have proof,evidence that I'm not...well."I gulp hard.
She lightly chuckles,"A psychologist must take action if the patient actually threatens to kill themselves or if they feel as of the patient is going to try to kill themselves"
"BUT I DON'T WANT TO KILL MYSELF IN ANY WAY WHATSOEVER AND Y-YOU DON'T HAVE THE POWER TO SEND ME"
She then turns back around continues searching for something
She then continues talking"I will then tell my supervisor and they will determine if there is grounds to have you hospitalized for observation for 24-72 hours or until you consult with th-"
I snap.
I can't take this bullshit anymore.
"FUCK YOU,YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT,I WILL FUCKING TEAR YOUR ORGANS APART."
She then laughs again,"sweetie you're not helping yourself"
"I DON'T CARE YOU STUPID BITCH"I immediately start breaking lamps,and tearing her papers to shreds,she turns around with a bored expression,"this is all the evidence I need"I look to see that she has m-my journal in her hands..my journal..
My journal.
I immediately greeted with pain in the back of my head and then everything goes black.
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HEY GUYS.I KNOW I SUCK BUT IT'S GOING TO GET BETTERRR
Yeah bye~
