Our World Is Crazy

Our World Is Crazy (1)

Hey... yeah this is the first fanfiction or story I've ever written before, so I'm sorry if it's really bad but I tried ok... :) Enjoy

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I slowly clambered out of the car passenger seat, dragging my suitcase behind me and cursing my stiff muscles. The journey here took around 6 hours, which would explain why my lanky frame was so unwilling to unfold itself. It wasn’t a total nightmare though; I plugged myself into Muse and managed to fall asleep within the first five minutes. Constant fatigue seems to be an unfortunate effect of staying up all night, every night.

 I looked up and smiled; it was one of the first proper days of spring, and although the air was crisp and pinched at your throat, the sun was shining in the vast sky. I turned slowly, smiling all the while, until the beautiful view was harshly interrupted by an intimidating red brick building. Remembering then the reason why I had come here, I quickly filled my face with the emotionless look I had managed to perfect over the last few days.

“Daniel! Stop dawdling and come here- and don’t forget your suitcase!” My mother’s shrill voice rang out through the empty gravel car park.

I hate it when my Mother calls me Daniel. I’ve told her many times before, my name is Dan, but does she ever listen? With a sigh of resignation, I began to wheel my small suitcase towards the large double doors which stood directly under the building sign. Glaring up at it, I pushed through the door. Welcome to Fairview Mental Hospital? More like welcome to Hell.

“Ah Daniel there you are! I was beginning to think I’d lost you.” My Mother was standing in the reception area next to a dark-haired woman who I could only guess was of Greek descent due to her dark eyes and taller height. The reception area was a large spacious room filled with sofas, chairs and a desk that had many neat piles of paper and stationary arranged on it. Wide glass windows bathed the room in light and gave the room a homely warmth. I took a few steps into the room before stopping and staring at my Mother with as much hatred as I could muster up, who only adjusted her hair and gave a nervous laugh, glancing at the other woman, who stood there lightly smiling.

“Ahem, Daniel this is er…”

“My name is Dr Appleby, but you can call me Joan.” The woman, or Joan I guess, took a step forward as if to shake my hand or possibly even hug me, but I panicked and skittered backwards, nearly tripping over my suitcase in the process. Joan regarded my nervous reaction with interest and curiosity, whereas my Mother simply shook her head with disappointment pooling in her eyes.

“As you can see Dr Appleby, Daniel doesn’t like to be touched that often…”

“Yes I can see.” She smiled at me, and although it was filled with care and trust, I stayed as far away from her as possible. “Don’t worry Daniel, I’m not here to hurt you, I’m here to help you.”

I snorted, amused by her attempts at gaining my trust and shook my head. “Yeah that’s what they all say but I’m still here aren’t I?” I cast an accusatory glance at my Mother. She was always the one that had insisted the numerous therapists I had frequented in the past would help me, but yet here we are.

One therapist, one distraught Mother and one fucked up son. What a joke.

Joan turned smoothly to my Mother, was stood there clutching her Gucci bag like a lifeline, and spoke softly. “Perhaps it would be best to say our goodbyes to one another. The quicker we start the membership process, the better.”

She made it sound like I was joining a fucking tennis club.

My Mother nodded hastily, smoothing down her suit jacket, before turning to me with an obviously fake smile on her face. She opened her mouth and hesitated, attempting to conjure up some comforting and motherly words. I don’t blame her; what is there to say?