Chapter 7

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It didn't hurt me that she said that. She normally would've hit.

I got back up, and went upstairs. I got to my room and took my journal out. It wasn't really full of anything important to normal people but to me, and "hate", it was the most important things ever.

But in it was just things we wrote down. So when we die, doctors can see what went through our minds, so other people like us won't be treated like psychotic freaks, but as human beings.

I just wrote down what 'they' said to me, I didnt write about what my mom did. Nobody would believe me.

Since my mom was out I knew I had some time to kill. I never really listen when she says to stay here, so I'm going to leave.

I'm going to tell someone about her, I don't care if they don't believe me. Maybe they'll just lock me up in an asylum.  I'll be away from my mom.

I got dressed and left. I already knew where the police station was, I've been there before, when I was 4.

It was because I tried killing my mom, I told the doctors what really happened since my body was under control of one of the voices.

So i told them this and they diagnosed me with schizophrenia.  That's when my life fell.

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