batshit - euphoria

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Ever since about seventh grade, we'd know that Tabitha Sanderson, otherwise known as Tabby, was a little fucking crazy.

You see, Tabby's biological parents were hippies, not necessarily bad people, just a dumb couple who made bad decisions. Like most hippies, Tabby's parents– Alisha and Mike– did a stupid amount of drugs. Sure, weed, but also coke, LSD, shrooms, anything that could make them trip the fuck out. One day, while getting ready to travel to The Bahamas, TSA found dozens of psychedelic drugs strapped to Tabby's one year old body. Alisha and Mike were charged of course, and since her parents were young–only 20 when she was born, they decided to give her up for adoption to live their full little hippie lives.

She'd been through homes like it was as easy as flipping through a book, never lasting more than six months without causing trouble, even as a toddler. Before she had even turned five, she was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder, because of her unstable beginnings and the rage, but also loathing emotions that came with it. All little Tabby would do was fight, cry, curse, and boy did she scream.

When she was taken in by her adoptive dads, things got better for her, but she was still constantly unstable emotionally. Like every other kid in 2015, Tabby found peace in a Tumblr community. It was full of girls who believed in anarchy. Fuck the government, basically. They'd go out and protest, spray paint buildings, put up posters, etc. When a lot of people think about anarchy, they think about total chaos, but Tabby's anarchy was the concept of a place where you could feel at home. That's all she had ever wanted, anyway.

All throughout elementary and middle school, Tabby was the weird (but also cool and mysterious) kid with two dads. It was everyday that she would come to school in monochrome colors, something pretty odd for a kid to do. And fuck, was Tabby smart. So much so, that she had a 141 IQ and could read a dictionary from cover to cover. She, Lexi and I had been close friends, even though Tabby had ties with everyone– there were very few people she didn't befriend.

In seventh grade,  however, we were in gym class when we saw Tabby fighting two cops, who were dragging her from the locker rooms. They were yelling about how they needed to get her safe, how she was sick. This was all unfolding before our eyes; seeing a distressed, screaming 13 year old Tabitha land several blows to the officers' faces as well as kicks to the shin before they tased her. Her screams quickly turned into cries as she ceased her fighting and let them cuff her. The officers practically dragged her out and into the police car, while a woman in bright pink scrubs watched.

Of course, tons of rumors followed that incident. Some said a creepy substitute teacher felt her up, and she went batshit, and some said she had tried to kill herself.

Truth was, one of her dads found her secret Tumblr account. Not the one about anarchy, communism, and socialism, no. Another account, not only filled with journal entries about her deteriorating mental state, but her drawings labeled "trauma art". Her dads figured that it was only a matter of time before their daughter would ultimately combust.

Tabby spent a lot of time away at one of those Dr. Phil type places for mentally ill little girls, and came back for high school. Admittedly, it was nice to have her back, since she was the only person in this fucking town who reminded me that I wasn't the only damaged brown girl around. She didn't change too drastically, and she actually seemed... happier.

So happy that she went to McKay's party.