The jock and the emo are what!? [UNDER EDITING]

Woah daddy

Don't be confused when you start to read, I'm gonna skip the whole Sky waking up part. Its a lot of writing.

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*Sky's POV*

I just sit there with my mom looking at me, as the nurse draws blood from my inner elbow on my left arm. When the nurse leaves, I still refuse to look at my mom.

"You have to talk to me about this at some point Skylar." She says for the fifth time trying to take my hand.

I snatch my hand away from her and shake my head. "I don't have to talk to you about anything. How could you? How could you sent your own daughter to a crazy house? I'm not fucking crazy."

She looks a little shocked by my words but doesn't say anything for a while, when she does, she sounds so upset.

"You act like I want to do this, you're acting like I like sending my child away because she hurts herself. It doesn't make any since. I love you, that's exactly why I'm doing this."

"No," I growl out, "you don't love me. If you did you wouldn't worry about it, you would leave it alone and let me be."

"I'm not the only one who thinks this, so does--"

She gets cut off because there's a knock at the door.

"Come in!"

It's a few seconds before the door opens so I ask, "Who else?"

"Your father."

Just as the door opens and Tristan locks eyes with me, he whispers my name and I scream at the top of my lungs.

My throat is starting to burn but I can't stop screaming. After a few seconds Tristan comes up to me and starts to rub my hand and pull me close to him even though the bed side handles are keeping us apart fully.

I know I should pull away from him, but he's calming me down and he knows it. He's the only one that can do it for some reason.

"When does she leave," he asks pulling me closer to his chest.

"She's leaving as soon as the doctor comes and gets her from here. I was going to wait, but the sooner I can get her in for treatment the sooner I could have her out when Christmas comes. Dr.Black came by and talked to me about her treatments since he's going to be keeping a close eye on her, and said she might not be able to come home by Christmas but she could come home for a visit."

I turn my head to where my the back of my head is leaning on Tristan's chest and my green eyes are locked on my mother's deep blue ones. "How could you say that? You're void any type of emotion. How are you okay with your child being locked away from the outside world? You say you're doing this to get me help, but its seems like you're doing this because my father wants it, not you."

She opens her mouth to protest, but again, she's interrupted by a series of knocks on the creamy white door closing my room off from hospital hallway.

"Come in!"

When the door opens, it reveals Dr.Black standing on the other side.

"Hello Skylar," he says in a way that makes me smile slightly but also makes my heartbeat move at an irregular beat. "Are you ready?"

I sigh and pull myself away from Tristan just to be pulled right back. He lifts me up and turns me to where my good leg is resting on the ground and my plastered leg is still on the bed. Wrapping my arms around his neck I pull him close to me and hug him tight, while his arms are around my waist and his head is buried in my neck holding me so tight it's hard to breathe. I may not like him, but in some way, I still care about him.

I pull back and he kisses my cheek and sets me back on my bed.

Dr.Black smiles and seems to have called for a nurse, because the one that was in here when I woke up, comes in pushing a wheelchair smiling at me.

"Come on hun," she says rolling the wheelchair to my bed side. As I try and move to get into it, Tristan comes in again, and picks me up bridal style, sitting me in the chair.

I smile at him, then look down at the IV needle still stuck in my arm. They never bothered to take it out in case I need something. I sigh lightly as the wheelchair starts to move, not looking up as I leave the room, so they don't see the tears brimming in my eyes.

I don't want to do this, I think, I wish this never would have happened.

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"No! I refuse to go to that woman!"

"You have to go," Dr.Black tells me again, but I'm stubborn.

"I don't want to go home!"

Your probably confused right? Well, I've been here a few weeks and I've been though countless therapy sessions and prescribed pills that they make me take, and it isn't all that bad.

I've had my mom come and visit me but I refuse to see her, but Tristan comes by sometimes, we don't really talk, he just usually holds me and says everything's gonna be okay. I know he's lying to me, they all are, but what else can I do?

Back to the problem at hand, I shake my head again before Dr.Black can even get the words out if his mouth.

He sighs but still presses at the matter.

I groan loudly, but finally agree just to shut him up. It's to bad I didn't get any Christmas presents for anyone, but I guess I'll double up on birthdays.

Letting Meygan, my regular nurse, drag me to the car they have to transport me and her to my mothers, I grumble some very unladylike things under my breath that no one would approve of.

I don't know how long the car ride was, but I must have dosed off because the next thing I know, I'm being shaken awake while being told we're here.

I sigh once my black and white converse hit the pavement of my gravel driveway, once I finally agreed to go, they gave me a pair of my regular clothes, consisting of my converse, a pair of black skinnys, and an over sized sweater bearing Oliver Sykes Drop Dead logo.

Making my way up the steps, I feel like this isn't even my home. It looks like all of us live here again, Mom, Dad, Me, and Jordan.

Knocking on the door, it swings open to reveal a wide eyed happy faced Tristan.

"Sky," he says excitedly pulling me to his chest and picking me up off the ground.

"Hey Trissy," I giggle when I hear him groan into my neck, but never the less, he holds me tighter. After a couple seconds it's starting to become hard to breathe, so I hit him on the back of the head to put me down.

He groans but put me down anyways. Grabbing my hand, he starts to pull me inside, starting to say something, but stops when he notices I'm looking right at the person standing in the middle of the living room by the Christmas tree.

"Dad?"