BRIGHT

Chapter 35- Greyson POV- Insane

My hand tingled. I could not believe what I had done. My dad grabbed my arms, and I fell to the ground crying. My mom grabbed Maggie in her arms and tore up the stairs, clinging tightly to her. I sobbed and sobbed like a little baby. My dad put his arms around me, and I noticed a tear falling down his cheek.

"Greyson, something isn't right. You can't control yourself," he whispered.

"I know," I choked out. I cried and cried, going deeper into my dad's arms. "Dad, why did I do that? I love Maggie more than anything and I just hurt her. How could I do that?" I asked.

"I know you love her, I know you do," my dad said softly into my ear.

"I need help Dad," I choked out.

"We are going to get it for you," he replied.

After about ten minutes of just crying, Dad helped me up and brought me into his and Mom's room. He laid me down on their bed.

"Greyson, I have to go talk to Mom, okay?" he confirmed, I nodded. He left the room and I heard the door click, realizing he had locked me in here. But I didn't care. I was shaken by what I had done. My family saw me as dangerous now, one who could not control themselves.

I was not sure how long it was, but it felt like a few hours until I heard a faint knock at the door. I was still an emotional mess.

"Come in," I said softly. My parents walked in, followed by two men in grey scrubs.

"Greyson, you said you wanted help, right?" my dad asked. I nodded. "We got it for you, okay buddy? These two guys here are going to help you, okay?"

"Okay," I whispered. One of the guys in scrubs gently took my arm.

"Greyson, we are here to help, okay?" he explained. I nodded. He led me out of the bedroom and towards the back of a car. He buckled me into the back seat and my mom and dad came over to me. Mom kissed my head.

"It's going to be okay my baby," she whispered in my ear, kissing my cheek. "I love you always." I gave her a weak smile. She went into the house and I heard faint cries dispersing from her lips.

"Greyson, if you truly want to get better, this is the way to do it, okay buddy? These people will help you. You can trust them, okay bud?" my dad said. I nodded and he gave me a hug. "I love you son." I felt too weak to say anything back. He closed the car door and walked into the house. The car pulled out of our driveway and I stared out the window. I did not know where I was going or what exactly was happening, but I trusted my dad. I knew I needed help and that was exactly what I was going to get.

We pulled into the parking lot of a white building. The man driving opened the door for me and I stood up. Two more men in grey scrubs were waiting for me with a wheelchair along with a man in a white coat and blue latex gloves.

"You must be Greyson," the one in the white coat said. "My name is Dr. Wendell Craig, but everyone here just calls me Wen." I nodded.

"He has shown no violent reaction towards us and did not say anything on the drive over," the man who drove me here explained to Wen. He nodded. Wen looked back at me.

"Why don't you take a seat Greyson?" Wen offered, patting the wheelchair. I agreed and sat into the chair. He began to push me into the building. He led me to some sort of bedroom. It had a neatly made twin bed with blue sheets and a nightstand. Next to it was a small bookcase filled with about 15 books. There was also a small bathroom. On the bed, a fresh pair of blue scrubs were folded.

"You will be staying here for a little while Greyson. Please change into these. Just know, we are here to help you."