Psycho

How Did This Happen?

Dan POV

I have never seen myself as perfect, not even good enough in my book. But what does the work perfect mean anyway? In the way I felt..It meant skinny, being skinny was

...Perfection...

The way I saw myself wasn't..Skinny at all. I tried so hard, so fucking hard. But I was taken away to this place, This place full of sick people. They are nothing like me. All of them were actually sick, I was just trying to be perfect.

 

My mother told me we were going out to a shopping center.

..Liar...

I knew exactly where we were going, I saw all the paper work on the table, for this place. She lied to her own son. When we got there, there were 5 doctors waiting for me. When my mother opened up the car door, I tried to make a run for it, but they grabbed my arms, and guided me into this hell hole. They sat me in a room, locking the door behind them.  I look to see a man sitting across the table from me.

"Hello Daniel, how're you"

I looked the man up and down. Maybe he has some answers

"I'm fine, But could you possibly tell me where I am, and why I'm here?" 

"Well you're here because of the simple fact of, you are sick, and this "Place" is where you are going to get better" He gave me a smile.

"But I'm not sick..." I looked at him while he gave that cheeky smile, he looked up from the clipboard, sliding me a sheet from across the table. 

"Daniel, I want you to fill this out, really quick, then will I give you answers, well good enough answers as to why you are here"

These questions are very irrelvent and are not needed..I scanned over the sheet

*1. Have you ever harmed yourself, and/or others?*

"Uhm excuse me sir?"

"Call me Dr.Rexha"

"Dr.Rexha, what is the point of these questions?"

"Well Mr.Howell is it? We are trying to figure out the level of insanity here...10 being the highest 1 being the lowest, We put our patients through a series of surveys, and questions. If the patient does not answer, or refuses to. We will have to use force"

Force? Goodluck with that one, I am not even sick so, why must I be here.

"I'm not answering any of these"

"Then please, follow me"

I don't want to get grabbed and dragged again, so I obey. 

The man gets up, leading me through the halls, The place seems...Off... The walls are white and covered with paintings of flowers, normal stuff. But once you get to the patients rooms. It's terror, As I walk by I see things thrown onto the floor, I hear screams of pain, and fear. I see sick people walking around giving me glares...

As we reach our destination a young boy shoots me a smile and mouths "Good Luck" Which gave me chills, but also gave me safety. 

"Alright Daniel clothes off and step on the scale" 

I start to strip feeling...vulnerable, I look at my reflection into the large mirror that is in the small white room. 

...Revolting..

I step onto the scale, closing me eyes not wanting to see the number that is there, I don't want to know it at all 

"Alright you are very underweight, We need to fix that. Eighty-Five pounds is not cutting it at all, so we need to put you on a diet of fatty foods, but also keep it, maintained" 

"You know I'm not going to eat it, right?"

"Like I said before, We will just force you"

I step off the scale grabbing for my shirt, 

"Keep it off, the doctors will be in a few minutes to do a full body inspection"

A few minutes pass, doctors are filtering in and out of the room, grabbing needles, pills, just things that patients require. Then a few doctors come over to me, looking at me discussing. 

"Alright Mr.Howell, first we are checking your arms so palms to the ceiling please"

I do as they say, showing them my wrists, and arms. Marks, hundreds of them mark my arms, I look away from all the doctors trying not to cry, trying not to look weak....alright, arms up. Theres more on my hips, stomach, thighs. They are awful. A lot have faded but fresh ones are there from just today...

"Dr.Rexa, could you do me a favor and get me some gauze for his arms"

Dr.Rexa came back with the gauze and handed it to the doctor, the doctor slowly wrapped it around my wrists as I sat, cringing in pain..This place is a nightmare, it brings back too many memories...

 The doctor walks me back to the room, my mother walks into the room, giving me a faint smile. She tries to grab my face with her hands, but I turn away from her.

"It's for the best hun...You'll be safer here...You'll come back a new person in a couple of months"

I give her the cold shoulder once more. 

She give me a hug, thanks the doctor...Then just...Dissapears...