"Love's" p.o.v
He left. I'm alone, again. Life is almost worse here. More than one person finds me insane here, but at home just my mom.
So impressions. Mine is destroyed. Already, I have no one with a care for me like "hate" has.
That's just life, for me.
No hopes, no dreams, no one.
All the thoughts in my mind, all the positives, destroyed in a matter of minutes. Retaliating is easier said than done.
No medications ever. No help. Only shots at doctors' offices.
Another reason to have zero hope for the world is that it's too late. Too late to stabilize my inner mind, or hatred of it.
No more sadness or pity, though. I don't need it. I don't care. I don't know why I'm even using my journal anymore.
Writing down my feelings isn't helping me. It's only the abuse written down. The police may believe it now, but I don't care what can they do about now that she's dead?
The door swings open to a man. I can't contemplate if this is real or a mind trick.
He seems fake for the reason that he's said nothing. But real since when the door swung open I felt a breeze come by.
Apparently he's real. He takes me by the hand and brings me somewhere.
I find out I'm going to an asylum, when I read his shirts emblem.
I'm screaming at him to let me go. Saying he's "hurting" me. He continued anyways and got me in the car and drove off.
I was screaming and banging on the window, as if he had kidnapped me. But everyone who looked saw where the car was headed, based on name and just thought I was psychotic.
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Hate & love
RomanceA schizophrenic love story. It's about the people who hear voices and try to overcome their challenges. There story can be tragic at parts but also romantic and heartwarming. "hate" is a loving and insane boy. "love" is also loving and insane. "Love...
