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Chapter 1

"Why do you always do this?! Can't you just be normal for just once? I didn't ask for someone fucked up like you. Why couldn't you just have been Normal? Do you know how much money has gone down the drain just to see you relapse?!" I cringe at the harshness of my mother's words.

I scoot back even farther on my bed until my back touches the wall and I try to curl up into a ball, as if this could all disappear if I squeezed myself tight enough. I may even disappear along with everything.

"Screw you. You never listen to me anyways." She says as she throws her hands up in the air as if she was surrendering.

"Maybe I would listen if it was the other way around." I mumble to myself. My mother stops abruptly in the doorway and my breath catches in my throat. She doesn't move except to turn her head to ask over her shoulder "what did you just say to me?"

I feel as if I will choke but I manage "I said maybe if you would listen to me, I would listen to you." She turns her body around and smiles eerily.

"Well it isn't my fault you are retarded and can't understand anything I say." She tilts her head slightly to the left to say 'say something. I dare you.'

"I am not retarded." I say coldly. "My disease is hereditary. So let's take a wild guess as to who I would've gotten it from." I keep my shoulders square to try to keep myself together.

"Get out of my house. Now." I stare at her in disbelief but cringe again as she screams in my face. "Get out of my goddamn house! I don't want to see your face ever again." She flicks her hair over her shoulder as she walks out of my room.

Tears start falling down my face as I pack my things as quickly as possible. I knew my mom disliked me, but I would've never thought she would kick me out. I honestly had a sliver of hope that she would have at least loved me a little bit

It was almost unthinkable she hated me this much. I was her daughter! She was supposed to love me and take care of me, not kick me out and throw me onto the streets.

I don't know what to do from here. I can only think of my aunt who lives about 7 blocks down from me, but I'm not sure if that would be the greatest idea. I considered going to my best friends house but her mom is very strict, not as strict and overwhelming as mine, but she sure as he'll wouldn't just let me live with them if I randomly showed up on her doorstep.

I pulled out my phone and began scrolling through my contacts when my eyes landed on "My Everything <3"

"Micayla? Why are you calling me? Are you okay?"

That was another thing about Hunter, he was always there, he always cared. It actually broke my heart when I told him I had feelings for me, because he didn't treat me any differently. He didn't turn into an awkward turtle around me, like boys normally do when I admit anything to them, let alone my feelings. He cared, and it hurt. It hurt to know someone had such faith in me that they could push away their feelings to keep mine okay, and I knew I couldn't give anything back. I was broken and I couldn't fix myself alone.

"Oh, Hunter, I'm okay. I'm calling you because I don't know what to do."

"Good, I almost had a heartattack when I saw your name on my phone. What is it you need?"

I half sigh and chuckle at him. And start playing with the hem of my shirt absentmindedly.

"I don't always need someone to swoop in and save me all the time. For all you could've known, I may be calling you to ask you what I should put on a baked potato. Or something like that...." He starts laughing and sighs.

"Whatever, what is it you need on your potato?"

"Well, my mom kicked me out of my house because "I'm too fucked up for her," and I don't know where to go." He goes silent but right as I am about to ask him if he's still there, he beats me to it.

"I'm going to come pick you up and you will stay with me." I gasp and almost fall over. His father can't agree with that plan. His family has enough on their plate as it is.

"Hunt-"

"No Micayla, I'm in my car right now. I'm coming and getting you. You need help, so here I am, giving you the help you deserve." I shuffle my feet but finially decide to just agree.

"Okay, fine. I'll see you soon." He ends the call and I'm left there staring at the house across from mine.

I still can't believe my mom just kicked me out like that. She threw me out like a piece of trash. Like none of this bothered her at all. I wait patiently as I watch Hunter's truck roll down the street to my house. He rolls down the window and sticks his head out.

"I can't believe that bit-" he is suddenly cut off by the sound of my mom's garage door open. I watch my mom stomp down the driveway to where I'm standing.

"Where do you think you're going?" She shoves her finger in my face and I give her a cold glare.

"Anywhere but here. Last time I checked you were the one who wanted it that way." She goes silent at my words.

"You know I didn't mean that baby." She goes to put her hand on my shoulder to comfort me, but it's a lie. She is only acting this way because she doesn't want to seem like a bad mother in front of him. Too bad he already knows. I slap her hand away.

"You want me to tell you what I know? I know that you are a self conceited bitch that can't accept the fact that I just have a little setback in my life. Not very many people have schizophrenia, but everyone has some kind of handicap. And you think that, for some unknownn reason, I have to be perfect for you, but I'm not. I'm not going to fall for your "nice mom" shit just because Hunter is here. I don't care if you eventually accept that I'm not normal, I will never, ever, want to be anywhere near you as long as I live again." With that I step down from the curb and walk around to the passenger side of Hunter's pickup truck.

"You'll regret this! You know you love me!" She screams at me through Hunter's window.

"You're right, I will regret this, and I do love you. I love you much more than I should, but given what you did to me, I know this is the best thing I could've done. And that is enough for me for now." I pinch Hunter's leg lightly to let him know we need to leave, now.

Luckily, she didn't have anything to say to that, and we drove off in silence. Not the bad silence, but the good kind. Both me and Hunter are proud of what I did. I needed to do that sooner or later, but unfortunately, it came later.

At least it came at all. If it hadn't you would be dead by now. You deserve to be dead anyways.
"Shut up." I bury my head in my hands. Hunter is so used to this he casually puts his hand on my back and rubs it until I fall asleep.