mcr_pride

I woke up in the infirmary , effing great!
I thought about Gerard and how nice and beautiful he was before being jerked from my thoughts by echo "you'll be fine frank" echo whispers, echo can be nice sometimes. I have other friends, one is shadow, he follows me and gives me rude remarks, I learned to ignore him so I haven't seen him much lately. Echo started to fade for some reason, echo then started to yell at me for keeping my medicine IV in and then he was gone.

It was lonely without ech... Read Full Chapter

Everything is fun and games until someone gets hurt,

"Tag!" I shout to my best friend, bob. I poke his shoulder then run away.
Bob runs after me laughing.
We are leading a perfect life, as 9 year olds we're doing good...
Everything is alright ...
Bob touches my back "tag ! You're It!"
I see another guy about 10 years older than me leaning on a tree and watching our little game of tag.. Creepy
I ask bob if he wants to come to my house and play there...
Bob nods and we both run to my house.
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It wasn't all peach fuzzy after I met Gerard , in fact, it was crap.

*right after meeting Gerard *


Gerard walked with me out of the cafeteria into library, it was time for us mental people to get some free time off schedule.

We both sat down on the sofa in the library. Silence lingered for 2 minutes and 3 seconds..(I was counting, I have to keep track off my time).

I don't talk to many people so this is a major milestone for me, I was going to be found.

Gerard broke the soundless air... Read Full Chapter

I built a reputation at this mental hospital, quiet and reserved and I act like an arse.

It's been two years since mrs. Elizabeth died, I've gotten a new psychiatrist since then... Her name is mrs. Leanne

I vowed that I wouldn't talk but mrs. Leanne, she tells me it's just my ilness talking

Sun of a beach.

I'm always thinking about ways I could die, but I don't want to die, I just find the concept of death pretty interesting.

I got my breakfast from the cafeteria people and sat down in ... Read Full Chapter

i hovered over the bathroom toilet, clenching my fists in pain as I lost my day's meal through regurgitating out my intestines, well not really, I was just throwing up.

It's been 24 hours.

I don't miss my dad, he made me come here. I'm not sick, I'm not crazy.

I was having a mental breakdown.


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I finally calmed down and walked over to the bathroom mirror.


It's what is making this life hard.


I looked in the bathroom mirror and examined my messy dark brown hair and hazel eyes ... Read Full Chapter