His parents came and we went to "Hate's" house.
I didn't really know how his parents took care of him. My dad used to help me, sometimes, but i wasn't as bad then.
My mom made it even worse, she didn't worry about me as a person, I'm pretty sure she only kept me for to things.
Work and sympathy of others.
What will she do with that now? She's dead, gone, I escaped. I didn't even tell people much about the abuse, who's going to believe an insane 15 year old?
No one. That's who. I only have "hate" and we only met for the same reason.
Our psychosis. Our mental illness. Our pain. Our suffering.
Insanity.
His parents seemed nice enough, although "hate " seemed a bit tense around his father.
I did dismiss this. Maybe it's just me.
They had a guest room, where I was staying. It was cozy, enough. It seemed kind of child proofed, like the asylum. I'm sure it was "Hate's" room, when he was in a breakdown.
I didn't really care it was like this. It was okay.
A:n/ thank you so much for 479 reads. This is amazing. I do appreciate all of you.
Sorry for a small update, I just wanted to do this for all the reads I got.

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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...