dallon point of view
I'm not crazy. I just want to perfect.
That's what we all want, right? We just want to be the best version of ourselves.
Why can't people just leave me be?
Yeah, I don't eat as much as I should, and yes I do work out for at least six hours a day, but who is my mother to judge me? My psychiatrist says I'm going to die, but aren't we all?
They are just stupid.
"Dallon, sweetie, it's time to leave." My mother knocks softly on my door, I zip up my backpack and nod. "You got everything? Your notebooks?" "Yes." I say quietly. She sighs, putting a hand on my boney shoulder.
"You know I love you, right?" "Yes mom, I know."
We get into the small car, sitting in silence. "This is so unnecessary." I mumble, drawing a frowny face in the fog on the window.
"We talked about this Dallon. Your psychiatrist says-" "My psychiatrist says that the earth is flat. Everything he told you is complete and utter bullshit. I'm okay mom! Why don't you believe me?" She rolls her eyes at me, sighing. "I told you I don't like when you use those words. And you are not 'fine'. You passed out in the middle of the store, nearly gave me a heart attack."
"I had low iron!" "Stop it. You can't fight this anymore, you have to get better and this is the only thing that will work, so you are going." I cross my arms, slumping in the passenger seat, falling back into silence.
What do they know?
YOU ARE READING
I'm Fine, Really.
Fanfictionsad brallon mental hospital fic because why not big trigger warning for whole book i guess oops i cant decide on a title so it might change a lot
