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(Y/N) hears their name and continues for the following instructions. "You can come inside." (Y/N) gets up grabbing their things, walks towards the door to the office and opens it to see that everyone is waiting for them, (Y/N) sighs seeing this.  As (Y/N) was walking inside, Mr. Salisbury said "Doctor-" moments before the doctor interrupted him. "Dr.Cream." and went back to doing his work.

"Right." Mr.Salisbury cleared his throat and continue "Dr.Cream I think you might not-"

"Mr.Salisbury you call (Y/N) for a reason, please do tell them what you are about to suggest to them." Dr. Cream said to clear.

Michael looked at his child along with a moment of silence and sighed to say in discomfort "(Y/N) as you know you are old enough to make a decision so it is all up to you, what you want to do...." he sighed again but this time in disbelief and continued "but we have options to give you... you can leave the house and we will give you the support you need to find a place, job and whatever else of necessities you might need." He stopped and looked at the doctor as if asking for help, the doctor got the message and proceeded to do so.

"(Y/N) there is another option for you if you are interested." He looked up to (Y/N) to see if they were listening and continued "You may return back to the university you had attended to...that is if you decided to make friends." (Y/N) was silent and looked at the doctor then their parents then back. They didn't know what to pick. "You have time to think about it, so do not worry-"

(Y/N)

I do not know what is going on and all honestly why an asylum?

Too many questions were filling up my mind again and the voice of my father interrupted again and well it was getting frustrating.

Looking to my sides was what entertained me from such a place like this, then again I am looking at what this place looks like and all.

"(Y/N)!"

Startled, I looked at the door and listened for further instructions, "You can come inside."

I grab my things while getting up and walk towards the door, I open the door and inside the office I see that the doctor with my parents was staring at me.

'They must have been waiting for me.'

I walked inside and sighed. Looking around the place I noticed that it was completely different from the other side, not that I preferred light colors over dark ones, it just felt nice. The only decorations were some painting mix together and plants, probably fake. "(Y/N) as you know-", well let me give you a short summary; "basically" that I'm old enough to do whatever I want, gave me two options and honestly both sound sort of nice but like living in the dormitories of a school is going to be the same if I lived on my own somewhere, and then there is the part of making friends.

The difference between school and being "independent" was that there is no difference, is basically the same thing. If you think about it, let me try to summarize some of it: Socialization, have to be kind, allow to be a douchebag sometimes, have to be respectful, do you earn some back? Nah. 

Guess what? This is only some of it, you can 'imagine' what else in the world inside and out is like. Shit.

You get what I am trying to say, right?

What can I say? I am a typical teenager, so don't expect too much from me.

I looked and stopped Dr.Cream, what you thought I wasn't paying attention? "You have time to think about it, so do not worry-"

"I would like the first option....of course if my parents would not mind?" They flinched, I looked at them and naturally they looked at me.

 Silence.

"Of course not you are old enough after all to make any decision you want." Father smiled, forcing the smile.

It was kind of funny to look at him like that. It always makes me laugh, it reminded me of many funny things but his nervous and irritating look makes me want to crack up.

"OK, then that is decided I will give you some phone numbers from people that I recommend to help you provide with all the information you need." Dr.Cream said and so he did what he did best, help people. 

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