Crazy

Chapter 3

"You're not seriously- I mean come on! Don't you think that's taking it a little too far?"

"No, I do not. This has to end! Can't you see what he's like?!"

"He seems fine to me."

Thankful that the floorboards made no sound, Sehun carefully traveled down the wooden staircase. Whisper shouting didn't do his parents any favors since Sehun could still hear each and every word that was said as clearly as an owl.

"Fine?! He's talk-"

"What's for dinner?" Sehun casually leaned against the door frame of the kitchen, and watched as both his parents were visibly startled by his unannounced presence. His mother turned to face him, holding a stack of plates and his father leaned against the counter, both at loss of words. Sehun could almost cut the tension with a butter knife.

"I- um, uh. I made mac and cheese." His mother quickly regained her professional and frightening composure. 'Mac and cheese. How utterly pretentious.'

Dinner was awkward, as it always was. His mother had slipped the pills in Sehun's portion, which he was of course aware of. Sehun was just about to excuse himself when his father spoke, "So, how was today?" 'And here you thought you could actually get away.'

"It was fine. We- " Sehun began, thinking that it might be useful to mention today's math pop quiz, but he was interrupted, which was new.

Sehun's father cleared his throat awkwardly as if he was preparing for the most important meeting of his life. "Your mom and I've been thinking that um, even though you seem to be doing great- Ugh! " It was obvious that his mother kicked the poor man under the table and added a stern glare to verify her point. Without a glint of regret or sympathy, his father turned to him. "We want to make sure you'll be okay. And that non of this'll bother you anymore." Sehun put down his fork and knife and leaned back in his chair. "Mhmm.." He eyed both of them carefully like they were about to attack him.

"You'll be attending an institute that specializes in psychosis. The treatments are from two to four times a week, depending on how well you're progressing. You start tomorrow."

Sehun should've seen this coming at some point, but it still took him completely off guard, almost too stunned to speak. His condition wasn't even that bad. "Do I get even a little say in this?" He blinked, feeling his blood beginning boil.

"No." His parents focused their attention back to their food.

Sehun stared at the plate in front of him so intensely and with so much anger that it was a miracle it didn't set aflame. Sehun was calm, the kind of calm that took place before a storm of the millennium broke loose. That kind of calm.

"I'm not hungry." Were his last words before he stormed out of the house, the front door slamming shut so loudly that people from 3 miles away could hear it.