The car takes a stop. We're at our destination.
He opens the door and leads me out.
"Please let me go back, i don't wanna be here."
He ignores me and approaches the building. He tries getting me in but I'm smacking his grasp off of me.
He's stronger, though, and gets me in. I start having tears stream down my cheeks. My face stings from the salt in my cries.
He checks me in a room, and locks me in. And i can't believe I'm even here. I just want to be treated sane.
Never, will that happen. My mom ruined it very early on, or that's what I believe.
I'm sorry.
"What, I thought you hated me."
I am you.
"Then why did you get me locked up, here?"
You deserved it.
That was a different voice saying that.
I have finally met "the nice one". "Hate" has one, he says it belongs to me. Now that I think about it, this belongs to him.
The door opens and someone comes in, sits next to me.
"Who are talking to? Is it being mean?"
"I don't know who it is, but no its nice. Who are you?"
"Just your social worker. Don't worry I am here to help you when "they", he made air quotes, "are hurting you, to get you back on your feet when pushed down. Okay?"
I nodded and went off. I just laid down and imaged what "hate" was doing.
Probably something nice. I wondered.
Does this have to my life? Do I have to hate every waking moment, I wish, just every moment in general. It's okay when he's here, though.
I just want to be little again, maybe if my dad didn't leave I wouldn't be like this. But then I wouldn't have met "Hate", so I am not sure what would have been better.
But, maybe, I don't want to.
A/N sorry that this story is so sappy, now. But please vote if you liked it. Give any feedback if you'd like. I'd appreciate it very much.
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Hate & love
RomansaA 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...
