❝ Looks like you've got a severe case of the crazies ❞
❝ That crap you told me before was crazy... this is real ❞
• In which Sunday Hampton realizes werewolves and kanimas are not nearly as scary as her own life •
(TEEN WOLF S4 → S6)
(OC X LIAM DUNB...
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Routine. It’s key to a successful life, my mom tells me. Routine, schedules, facts, data, they’re the main factors of professionalism.
Emotion. No, we don’t want that. Emotion shows vulnerability. Emotions lead to missed scholarships and homelessness.
It’s all about that facade, she says. I need to look like I have my life in order.
I have to be kind and social and involved if I want to come out of high school on top. I have to be well-mannered and athletic and organized. Perfect.
Well, I’m sorry to break it to you, mom, but I’m no Lydia Martin.
I’m not even sure Lydia Martin is that good.
Mom sure as heck isn’t nearly that good.
I remember when dad died. I mean, it’s not that hard to forget. It was only, like, a year or so ago. She was an absolute mess.
He was a cop, dedicated to his job. Then some teen psychopath bent on revenge against a swim team of all things decided to shoot up the station when dad was on his shift. Him and three others were dead because of a deranged teenager.
That’s probably why mom hates the mentally ill now. But, like I said, she needs routine, change is of the devil. Her husband was gone, of course she wouldn’t quit her job at Eichen House, which is filled to the brim with kids that must remind her so much of dad’s killer.
Eichen House is straight out of a horror movie. Like, I have no clue how it hasn’t been shut down by the government yet, cause I’m pretty sure the things mom does there have been illegal for at least a century. Shock therapy? Drilling holes into people’s heads? Immoral, first off, and also absolutely terrifying. I have nightmares about it every day. Every. single. day.
And that is probably why mom hates me. Well, she doesn’t totally despise me but-- well, yeah, you get the point. Insomniac, anxious, depressed… one mess up and I’ll be locked up in that nightmarish place with a drill in my head. A drill I’m sure she will be holding.
So emotions are bad. No bueno. A single meltdown and Eichen House here I come.
On the other hand Nolan Holloway says keeping my emotions pent up will make me actually go mad, like, in a worse way than mom threatens.
Nolan has hardcore social anxiety and depression too. And he actually sees a psychiatrist, so he would know.
I trust him. He’s my only real friend.
There were a few times last year when I was clearly tense so Nolan convinced me to skip class and watch a movie on his phone. He was normally able to help me feel better.
He can’t really help me now. I still hang out with him after school on most days but with his lacrosse and my music classes we have completely different schedules.
