Needs

Chapter One

"You need to escape. Escape from the fantasy that surrounds your life and constantly suffocates you." Thats the crap that my therapist tells me. My life consists of visits to the Illinois Mental Instituition, sitting at home, and arguing with my "best friend." Shes the only one who understands me. Which she truly does, yet she goes through these slight periods of time where it's as if she's connected to the devil. It's so weird how sometimes I pretend my life is like a movie, talking to myself. I guess that could just be my disorder , talking, but I can't tell the difference between what my disorder says and what I say.

I start to think about what the therapist said and can't come up with any reply.

"I suggest you make a friend. someone who has the same..." she paused awkwardly, "issues as you."

"So what loser are you pairing me with?' This has happened to me before. The person was stupid and didn't make me feel any better

"His name i-"

I cut her off right there, "His? You paired me with a boy?"

"Yes. And I'm now adding to my notes that you need help with interrupting. Well anyway, his name is Lucas Bulwarthy"

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I shake his hand "Cassie," I say as politely as I can, even though I hate how they think I NEED somebody to help me get better. "and you're Lucas?"

"Luke," he says, "I'm kindv'e freaked out that you know my name."

"Sorry, my therapist told me. She says I need someone with the same problem as me to understand me. I think it's stupid. So, what do you have because I'm almost sure it's not the same as me." Oops the disorder's talking!

"Stage 2 Linchingos."

"Oh stage 2, I'm already at 4. All my doctors say there's a hope but I'm not so sure. I think it has already taken over 90% of my brain. I can almost feel it, itching all over trying to brainwash me"

Luke replays slightly shocked "oh I've never felt that but sometimes I do loose hope. And then the bananas la la la tsunami in the beach with la la la and my fav-"

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I wake up surrounded by at least 12 doctors all blurry, probably from the medication they have me on, they talk so officially it scares me, their voices are fluctuating in and out. Suddenly I feel okay. There is now only one doctor. I ask him what happened he says there's good news and bad news.

"The good news, you just passed out. On the other hand, we were monitoring your brain waves and they were very unusual so we will have to keep you here for a few weeks."

Suddenly, I notice another doctor, "We are going to move you to Residential Wing 5A" The new doctor says, "We have you on intense sleeping meds so just sleep and in no time you'll be in your room. You will be able to roam around the building once you are moved."