Josh and I leave the hospital, my arm still aching. He opens the door for me, and I get in. I attempt to close the door but my arm is too weak. He chuckles and shuts the door, causing me to flinch.
He gets in and puts the seatbelt on me, even though I think I could handle it myself.
When he was grabbing the handle of the seatbelt, I held my breath because our faces were so close.
But only for a few seconds because good things usually don't last long.
Well, not for me anyway.
He begins to drive, his eyes on the road.
"Put your seatbelt on." I say.
"I don't need it." He shrugs.
"And I do?" I frown.
What is he trying to say?
"Yeah. You are fragile. Special!" He grins sheepishly, his eyes on me for a split second before returning to the road.
"If you mean special needs, then yes, I am. But not a good special. And I am not fragile." I mutter in a serious tone.
"I just don't want you to die." He sighs.
"What?! Why are we talking about death?! Josh, why would I die? Are you trying to kill me too?" I feel tears threatning to spill, but with my technique I've mastered, they dissapear.
He sighs and pulls over on the road, giving me that look again. "I would never hurt you." He sighs.
"Hah, right. That's why he put you in a car, on a dark night, in traffic, with the 'check engine' light blinking. Who cares, though? We all want you dead anyway." The voice chuckles.
I sit in silence for a while, watching cars pass us so the people inside them can continue their nice happy life. He begins to drive again, and this time I notice that he looks sad.
Like my mom,
Like the nurse,
Like my whole family,
Like everyone I meet.
Why me?
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Schizophrenia.
RomanceImagine this: You are lying on your bed. Staring at the ceiling. It was dark. And cold. But you said nothing. A shadow is in the doorway of your room. But you don't react. They have come far too many times for you to be scared. It comes closer...
