Wisteria

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    The clock ticks, annoying the mint green hair boy. He furrowed his thick eyebrows together. This place was hell. No one here was actually getting help that was needed, they just gave you placebos and tell you everything is okay.

     His porcelain fingers wrapped each other. His fingers were terrible, nails were short with hang nail and scabs from when he bit them too low.

     His breathing was unhinged. The man would barely let a breath out, holding it in due to him being nervous. It wasn't his first time seeing his therapist, no. He was afraid that they would hurt him and that he would have to hurt them if they dare laid a finger on him.

     He couldn't trust anyone. He couldn't even trust himself. To be fair, he was in a unsecured mental hospital. No one was doing their job.

     "Mr.uhhhh Leon Andrews?" The nurse opened the door. "Dr. Howards is ready to see you, dear."

    Leon looked at the pretty nurse and nodded his head. The nurse smiled at him and shuts the door. After, a tall guy, around in his 50's, wearing a white coat came in. "Leon, I'm here to ask how you are." Dr. Howards smiles.

     "I'm doing fine..." Leon looked back at his fingers.

      "Fine indeed. How are the pills doing ya?"

     "I know they are bullshit, sir." Leon looks at the older man dead in the eyes.

     Dr. Howards fixed his glasses, "Saying that is a bit of a stretch. Pills aren't going to work right away. It's the same way with anti-depressants. You don't feel automatically happy after taking one pill."

     Leon growled. He crossed his pale blue cloth covered arms, "They maybe you shouldn't say that the pills make you sane right away."

       "Leon, I'm not here to fight. I'm here-"

       "Here to help me", Leon rolled his eyes.

     Dr. Howards sighed and mumbled, "You are a tough one."

     Leon slouched on his mattress. His shaggy green hair was covering his face, "Write that down on your shitty clip board then."

    Dr. Howards fixed his glasses once again. " I'm putting you on a higher dosage." Dr. Howards then walks towards the door, " That attitude will not get you anywhere, son."

    He the exited the room, closing the door. Leon threw himself against the wall and screamed. Not yelled, screamed. "FUCK ME! I FUCKING HATE THIS MOTHER FUCKING FUCK OF A FUCKING FUCK FUCK!" He yelled (this time) letting tears fall down his face.

     He hits the wall, bruising his fist from the impact. The guy across the room from his yelled, "Shut the fuck up!"

    Leon covered his mouth and continued to silently cry. He hated his world. He had no reason to be in there. He had no part in take for what they blamed him for...

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