I'm not mental

"Lana, just listen to me!" He shouted as I kept walking away from him.
"Lana!" He finally caught up and grabbed my arm, "Dale, let go of fucking arm!" I shouted as he pulled me to a hug.

"You'll just say I'm a maniac.." I whimpered out as he gave me a soft yet tender kiss on my head.
"Lana, mom didn't tell you at all?" He said as I nodded.

"Oh Lana.." He pulled away looking into my watery and red eyes, as my mascara trailed down my cheeks, he sighed.

"You're not mental...You're-" I cut him off as I began to scream seeing a tall figure lurk up behind him