Mental Hospital ; luke hemmings

1.3 - eммa

Shock. Shock was the best word to describe how I felt right then because I couldn't think straight. The man that walked into the room looked just like him. My best friend. For a split second I thought it was him but it couldn't possibly be him. He died.

I didn't know what I was doing. I couldn't control my body. I got up on my two feet and walked over to the young boy who had walked into the room, and is now talking to Mr Morrison about something.

"Tate?"I asked him. He seemed to be surprised anyone knew his name. When he turned around his face didn't change colors like it use to. Once we started high school he became different. Dark different.

"Emma?" My eyes lit up and his remembrance of me. His eyes seem to as well, as he picked me up and spun me around while shouting my name. Keep in mind, we were still in a session. As I spun around I noticed all eyes were on us. But I didn't care.

As he spun me I realized something. I put my hands on his shoulders and shoved myself off him.The look on his face seemed to be confused. " How could you? How dare you, fake your own death and leave me here all by myself in this fucking hell hole? What, was I not good enough for you? And where did you go?!" I screamed in his face.

He himself didn't seem to care. In fact, a smug smirk appeared on his face as I yelled at him. Bitch.

"Why don't you guys go in the hallway?" Mr. Morrison suggested.

"No! I'm going to stay here and enjoy my session, and not have it ruined because my "best friend" who faked his death!" I exclaimed and sat back down at my seat.

Everyone's eyes were on me as I sat down, but I rolled my eyes and gave them a dismissive wave.
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We continued our talking, and learned many things about each other. Tate, who said a lot, joined us right when I was done yelling and sat down by that Anna girl. Speaking of Anna, turns out the guys name is Luke, the red head is Anna, and the brunette is Tracy.

After introducing everyone we started talking about problem trends. We tallied the amount of people who had each issue and then talked about the one with the most issues and then made our way down the scale. There are 23 people at the session, but people raised there hands multiple times:

PHYSICAL ABUSE: 10
SEXUAL ABUSE: 3
SELF HATE: 19
ANXIETY: 13
ANOREXIA: 9
DEPRESSION: 23
NEGLECT: 8
OTHER: 5

As Mr. Morrison tallied them up I couldn't help but observe what Tate put his hands up for. When we were friends, he didn't talk much. He wasn't very open with people but he seemed not to care anymore. He raised his hand for everything but self hate, anorexia, and sexual abuse. When we were friends, he hated himself so much.

Tears clouded my eyes. Not only had I met my friend who had been faking his death, but I learned everything we once talked about was a lie. I didn't want people to know I was going to cry but I didn't wanna seem like a cry baby so I wiped my eyes and continue to listen.

"Depression. Depression is something everyone goes through, no matter what. You may not know it but you do. You didn't win that soccer game that would lead you into regionals? Depressed for a couple of days. People like to think that when your sad that doesn't mean your depressed. But it does. Depression is just a long period of time where you are sad. Depression can lead to things like suicide, but you don't have to have to be suicidal to be depressed. People get depressed during pregnancy because they are in pain and don't think they can handle it, there for leading to thoughts of suicide." Mr.Morrison stated. He usually has a better way of connecting with people, but his connection must have a reason, since no one in the room is pregnant.

"Being sad is not depression. But depression is being sad. Depression is a higher ranked, more serious version of depressed. If you get a B on a report, an your a straight A student, you get sad. Depending on your lifestyle, you may become depressed. But it changes depending on who you are! When I was younger people made these suicide accounts "begging for attention". Some of them were. But others not so much. You see, people think that if you have a great family, and everything that you could ever want that you would have no reason to be sad. But that's not true. Some of us overreact over our reasons to be depressed, but if your depressed, your depressed." I raised my hand, cutting Mr. Morrison off, having everyone's attention once again.

He nodded towards me to ask my question. "Are you saying that my reason of being depressed is bull shit and isn't a good enough reason?" I asked get more pissed off as I talked.

"No. Of course not. Like I said it depends on your lifestyle. Considering you have a full family, it is ok to become depressed over a boyfriend issue because you've never been in that situation of hurt-" I cut him off.

"My family has nothing to do with why in depressed. Sure getting hurt by my ex boyfriend hurt, but I've had other issues in my life!" I exclaimed, getting ahead of myself and almost crying.

"Oh my none existing god, Emma, we fucking get it! Your sad, your sad, your sad! BUT SO ARE WE! Yeah your friend lied to you, 'oops I'm gonna kill myself because no one has ever been lied to by their friend!' Just shut the fuck up already. If you expect me to apologize I won't because I sure as fuck was dead and I still am, and I owe you nothing! The least you could do was let me explain but your fucking bitchy self wouldn't let me!"
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I'd like to consider this a long chapter but I'm not sure. Hope you enjoy the update.

Tate is played by Evan Peters

_S.Armstrong