Hate & love

Chapter 34

The ride was silent, besides the low hum of the motor. Some occasional bumps, and clearing of one another's throats.

The silence was killing me. I had to break it, but I really don't know how.

So I just stayed quiet waiting for someone to say something.  No one did. We just sat here, absolutely silent.

It wasn't until we finished driving that somebody spoke up.

"Let's go. " "Hate's" dad said.

We climbed out, and went through the doors.

They were checking us in and talking about us, of course.

"Hey, wanna scare them?" Hate asked me.

"Sure. How, though?" I asked.

"Ok ok. So we will just completely breakdown,  together. I know you were faking it at my house."

"How did you know?"

"Because, you normally act alot different when they are there." He acts like I'm completely retarded.

"Oh, we're you faking it?"

"No. They really were there."

"Oh...Let's do it, scare them."

"Great. Alright, so let's um, let's start. I don't know." He says frustrated.

"Just watch what I do. Okay?"

"Ok, you better be good."

"I will." I nod at him.

"Why? Huh? Why me? Why us? Why do I have to suffer. I've never been anything but nice. I hate you people. Mocking us, with your sanity. You yet to realize that we don't possess that trait. That we, me and him, don't know anything in reality to imaginary's differences. Is there one. How can you establish it so easily?" I scream out to everyone.

"Yeah. Why did we have to be labeled with this horrid thing you don't seem to care enough about. What if you had it? You wouldn't survive a day." He joins me.

I already know what's next. They come take us away, like it will help to be here. Then they just drug you up on meds, or whatever else they choose. And finally, they either let you leave ot keep you and do the cycle over and over again.

I was right.  They came to us taking us, us going willingly.

I really didn't care for this anymore. I don't care how much they try, I'll never be normal.

"Hate's" being taken the opposite of me. We just stare, our empty gaze becoming hypnotising.

I blink snapping out of it. But going into something worse.

I see it, his eyes with the same fear in them mine get.

Fear, mixed with shattered hope, and how you just know it won't get better.

He started flailing his arms around. They tried to steady him, but it was useless.

He just kept twitching his body, everywhere.

Until he finally calmed down, and they took him. They brought me to an empty room.

Look where you brought us to.

"I see what we did." I whispered, not wanting anyone to hear me.

We need to leave.

"Then leave me alone for awhile, so they think I'm sane enough." I still whisper.

But you aren't, silly.

"Shh.." I say while somebody comes towards me.

"Okay, now. So, are you feeling alright, physically?" The man asks me.

"I'm fine." I say sheepishly.

"Mentally, I suppose not so well as of now, yes?"

"Hey" I say offended."I'm just having fun. Leave me alone."

He scribbles something down. Occasionally saying "mhm"

"When can I leave?" I ask.

"I'm not sure." He answers back. Still writing stuff down.

"But I'm bored." I whine.

"Come on, let's get to a proper room." He waits for me to get up.

I do as told, and follow him out.

Why are such a pushover?

"I am not." I say mad.

"You aren't what?" He asks confused.

"Not you, nosey." I snap.

He is a little nosey, huh? I don't like him.

"Me, either." I say loudly.

He still walks, excepting who I was talking to.

I wanted to laugh. Laugh at how he knows nothing. But still tries to treat me. It really is funny.

I don't even care right now about him fixing me. He can't.

You're a real pessimist. Aren't you?

"Yes I am. And I thought I'd be the optimist."

I wanna hurt him.

"No, you can't do that." I laugh.

We reach my room and go inside.

It's so bright. All white, everything.

"Ew, can't I have like red or black. I hate white, too pure." I gag.

He ignores me. He, really, aggravates me.

"Please, i just want to leave. I was only pretending so he wouldn't go alone." I plead.

"Who is he?" The man asks.

"The guy I came in with. I didn't want him to be alone." I cry.

"Please, you need to stay here. You've been too many times. I know it's real."

"No I mean this time. I'm fine now. I can't stand it here. You people are just mean!" I yell at him.

Get out of here. They want to kill you. Torture you.

"Do you? Do you just want to kill me, torture us all? Please don't do that." I start bawling.

"No, no. Why would you think that..wait." He tries correcting himself.

Now my emotions just explode. Every imperfection of mine just erupts.

You killed your mom. How dare you. Your own dad left you, probably was just trying to kill himself in good blood. No wonder your mom tried beating you to near death daily. Too bad she failed, miserably.

I'd hang myself by now, kill everyone too. Why don't you? It'd help, alot. You could rest finally.

They all joined in this sickening thought.

"is this true....Dad?... Did you ...only leave ..to be.. killed?" I cry so loud I'm barely audible.

I don't even know what happened next. Everything fell black.

I could still hear everything.

But none of the constant whisperings in my head continued. Only people. Actual people.

But are they voices? I don't know.

Everything is just so complicated. All the world around starts to quiet, and my blinded vision clears and blackens.

And all is numb.