Our Love (Zayn Malik AU: Sequel to Our Story)

Sanity

Sanity…

Is someone considered sane if he/she acts normal?

But then again, just because they act normal doesn’t mean they’re sane.

And then you have the people who don’t act normal but are actually sane.

So do doctors actually have the right to diagnose some as insane based on their actions? Do they actually know what’s going inside that person’s mind?

And then when you really think about it, is there anyone who isn’t insane?

We all have our moments. We all have those weird thoughts and actions. So are we all sane or are we all insane?

Every person has their own definition of sanity and they see others who oppose their way of thinking as insane.

So did the doctors have the right to call me insane?

“Mr. Malik, she can’t go home.”

“And who the fuck do you think you are saying that she can’t go home?!” Zayn shouted at him.

“The person who knows if she’s actually sane enough to go back home!” The doctor shot back.

“What the fuck did you just say?!”

“Zayn…calm down.” I whispered as I got up from the floor.

“Don’t you see how she’s been acting?! How could you call that sane?!”

“Say that one more time and I swear…”

“You don’t know anything.” I spoke up, making everyone’s eyes go wide. “You have no clue what’s going inside my head. Who are you to tell me that I’m not sane? Just because I’ve spent the past few months in a room alone because I was forced to come here?! Is that why you think I’m insane? The fact that I pretended that a pillow was a baby? You actually think that I didn’t know that it was a damn pillow?! Everyone does something to make themselves feel better. Some people harm themselves but I decided to pretend that pillow was a child, so who the fuck are you to say that I’m not sane? The fact that I just admitted to knowing that it’s not a child just proves I’m as sane as you are, that’s if you are sane. You have no say if I stay here or not because I have the right to do whatever the hell I want.”

“You don’t have the right. In the eyes of others, you’re insane.”

I grabbed Zayn’s arm before he got the chance to do anything. “You know what? You’re right…I don’t have the right.”

“Gracie!” Louis yelled.

Zayn looked at me wide eyed as those words left my mouth.

“But then again, I don’t remember signing a paper that states you could make my decisions for me. Who did I sign that for? Oh yeah…my husband! See, that funny thing is that you have no clue who the hell you’re dealing with. Not with me and not with any of the other patients. If you took your time to know each one of them, you would know they’re the way they are because they’re scared. I was scared to talk because if I did, I would have said stuff that would have hurt everyone I love. So I decided to stay quiet. It was nice knowing all of you but it’s time for me to go home. I just hope that you know how to run this place better for the sake of those poor patients.”

It didn’t take long for me to pack my stuff and leave with Zayn and Louis. But even though I looked and sounded strong in front of them all, I was weak on the inside. I saw the pain I put him through. I saw the pain I put the love of my life through and I don’t think I’ll be able to forgive myself for that.