Disjointed Heart

Chapter Twenty Two

Hey guys, for this chapter, I'd like to add a slight trigger warning for self-harm and suicide mention. Stay safe, we love you.
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Flashback

April, 1990

Chester was shaking as he entered the big glass doors to the clinic. His small thirteen-year-old frame seemed even smaller between the white plain walls.

He couldn't believe this was really happening, but it wasn't a shock after the past month.

A month without his sister, who was in a coma. A month of nightmares and sleepless, restless nights. Chester wasn't the same, he blamed himself all the time for what happened and even though his parents hadn't said a word to incriminate him, he could see the disappointment in their eyes, the broken trust.

That month had been hell. In school, he refused to talk to anyone and Ben had told all the students about his drawing, holding hands with Thomas.

Thomas had changed schools, he couldn't take the bullying.

The boys at school called him all kinds of names and pushed him around. He didn't understand the problem with holding a friend's hand, he didn't understand why that was such a big deal and it was hell at school.

At home, he felt so depressed. He didn't eat, unless his parents made him, he didn't leave his room, and his parents were scared of leaving him alone at home.

But what really made him have to go to a mental heath closed clinic was his self-harm and suicide attempts. A thirteen-year-old boy already wanting to leave this world.

Chester used to lit candles in his room and put his hand above the fire, testing his resistance and defying his fear. His parents only noticed when his fingerless gloves accidentally fell from his hand and they saw the nasty red bubbles and marks.

They hadn't known how to react and accidentally just made things worst by shouting at their son and crying, claiming that he couldn't even be left alone. And that led to his, thankfully failed, suicide attempt.

Chester thought that because he had 'killed' his sister, he didn't deserve to live, and, with the bullying worsening his mental state, he finally did it. One high cliff near his school. He didn't jump, a teacher found him first and held the sobbing, screaming boy in his arms as the brunette fought back, trying to run away.

All of those events led him to be standing, shaken, at the lobby of a boring clinic.

His parents talked to the head nurse as they signed in the form for the young boy to be administrated. Chester wasn't paying attention to them, since there was a window that led to the common room and he could see the patients either watching TV, playing or being by themselves at some tables.

He watched with fear in his eyes, as a young attractive brunette man, a couple years older than him, with a soft smile on his face, waved at him. Chester only blinked, surprised at first, but then he walked back towards his parents, not wanting to talk to anyone. Whoever this guy was, he wouldn't understand.

"So, Chester, you can either go meet your psychiatrist now, or you can go meet the other patients." said the nurse as she smiled at him.

Chester was already sick of everyone smiling at him, he couldn't understand, since there wasn't any joy in what was happening right now. If he could choose, he would want to go straight to bed, but he knew they wouldn't let him do that.

"Whatever." He answered, looking back to his hands as he chipped the remaining of the black nail polish he had applied on his nails a couple of days ago, out of boredom.