I decided to write a story about one of the disorders I have. Wally portrays how I acted on more than one occasion. I didn't mention the disorder because I want to see if anyone can guess which one it is. And if anyone is interested, I have been busy working. Wendy's believes my life revolves around them and makes me work hard for my little bit of money. But I am going to update all my stories. Most of them are almost complete!
Mental Disorder. Most have the same symptoms causing incorrect diagnosis most of the time. They overlap into one another. Sometimes, victims aren't diagnosed at all because professionals believe that they only have traits of a disorder, not the disorder itself. And one can't receive true life-saving, life-changing help if they are being treated for the wrong disorder (or possibly worse- not being treated at all for any disorder).
Everyone talks a big game before something happens. School kids talk about how if a shooter comes to shoot up their school: they'll fight the gunman, they'll jump out a window and run away, they'll save the day. We all know those are lies. Because none of that will happen. What happens is: some will cry, some will shit or piss their pants, sadly many will die. Well, this principle applies to many situations. Everyone says they'll stay by someone's side through thick or thin. But given the opportunity to prove that, they disappear.
Ever hear the saying, "be broke, lose/not own a car, become homeless- find out who your true friends are! Who will lend you money? Who will give/offer you rides to places you need to get to (such as work)? Who has a couch for you to crash on? Ask yourself these questions before you drop the "I'm crazy" bomb.
We all discuss the victims and their disorder. How they feel. And their feelings matter. But the feelings of friends and families of these disorder carrying victims matter as well. The victims have to study their disorder to learn how to live with it, along with its neighboring disorders. Well, friends and family of this particular person won't understand why they do the things they do without studying the disorder too. Real friends will want to understand you. If they give you the "be normal" crap, ditch them. Most of the time your family will help you cope, but they can cause unwanted stress in your life as well.
Don't just start throwing everyone out of your life. Most of the people in your life truly care and truly love you. The issue is: they don't understand you. The best thing you can do is let them come to therapy appointments, study the disorder together, and let them talk to your doctors.
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz
"Wally, kiddo. You gonna wake up. Your alarm has been going off for fifteen minutes."
Barry peeked his head into Wally's bedroom.
A fire of rage exploded in Wally's chest. He groaned, "I know uncle Barry. Jeez. I hear it."
Barry was taken aback by the rude comment made by his normally chipper, happy-go-lucky nephew. He quickly recovered. "Oh yeah. If you heard it, I do think you would have responded by getting up. Drop the attitude when you come downstairs."
The rage didn't settle Wally's chest. "Just get out, would ya?"
Barry rolled his eyes, "Just get dressed and get downstairs." Before slamming the door shut, Barry yelled, "and, fix the attitude grumpy."
Wally sat up slowly. Suddenly he was crying. Wally sat still, taking deep breaths to ease the fire in his chest. 'Great. Uncle Barry is going to be mad at me. What if he gets rid of me? No. He won't. Why am I so angry lately?'
"Okay. I'm okay." Wally sped to his closet and picked out the first outfit he saw. Using his gift of superspeed, he put the clothes on (including his shoes). And out of his room, down the stairs he was.
"Wally!" Iris said sternly. "No super speeding in the house please."
Wally rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Sorry, Auntie I." Then he noticed Barry standing by the coffee pot, sipping on a freshly made cup of coffee. "Uncle Barry," Wally said to get the man's attention. Wally walked over to the Barry and hugged him. He was suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling of not wanting to let go of Barry. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I was so angry. Please don't be mad."
Barry placed the cup on the counter and hugged Wally back. Barry gave Wally a kiss on the head before saying, "I know you're sorry kiddo. And I am not mad at you."
Wally smiled inwardly. He hugged Barry tighter.
"Okay, kiddo. I have to get to work, and you? school." Wally made no indication that he was letting go. "Time to let go." Wally didn't budge. Barry began trying to pry his nephew from his person. "Come on Wally. You're mauling me." Barry finally succeeded in removing Wally. "What the hell is wrong with you lately?"
'Wish I knew.' "Whatever." Wally ran, humanly, out the door.
"He's been acting strange for a while now," Iris said calmly.
"Yeah. I just can't figure out what could be going on in his head."
The begging. That's when people in the victim's life start to notice that "something is wrong" with the person. But no one wants to admit that a loved one might have a mental illness. So that thought never crosses their mind. Everyone in their family and friend group is sane, not crazy!
Wally arrived early to school. Big mistake. It was just an invitation to get "messed" with. Wally sat underneath a tree in the courtyard when she approached. A beautiful brunette with big, brown eyes.
"Hi. I'm Linda. We are in the same biology class. I noticed you are pretty smart. And my GPA is gonna take a plunder if I don't do well on our next test. Want a job? Well, one that doesn't pay. Like I'm so desperate, I'll beg dude. But I really can't afford to pay you." She smiled, brightly, at Wally. A friend of hers passed her on the way towards the school and waved. She waved back. But returned her attention to Wally.
He glared softly at her. "Who made you come over here?"
"Excuse me?" Linda spoke softly.
"Why are you talking to me? You trying to get me." Wally stands up and looks around skittishly. He prepares himself for a fight. "Is someone gonna get me?"
Linda holds her hands up in self-defense and takes a step back. "Hey. Are you fucking insane?" She scoffs. "No wonder you're always by yourself. You're fucking crazy." She stormed off, afraid that Wally would attack her.
Wally calmed down. He stood there with his mouth hanging open. 'I'm not crazy.' Deep breath. 'I'm not crazy.'
Ring, Ring, Ring. Ring, Ring, Ring. Ring, Ring, Ring. Ring, Ring, Ring. Ring, Ring, Ring. Ring….
The bell rang, signifying that first period was about to start within five minutes. Wally shook his head. 'Man I'm a dumb motherfucker.' Wally trudged himself to his locker. But, by the time he placed the unneeded books and supplies in his locker, he has forgotten all about his encounter with Linda.
Third period. English. His worst subject. His most hated subject. The period before lunch. It's already hard for him to focus, now add an intense hunger.
They are reading the giver and he just can't seem to focus on what is being said. He's trying. But it's not even entering one ear. 'Am I dumb?'
"...lly." A little louder. "Wally!"
"Yes."
"Your not paying attention!" The teacher accused.
"I was though," Wally argued, forgetting that other students were around him.
"Then what was just said?" The teacher questioned.
Wally looked down at his copy of the book.
"Without looking at your book."
Wally looked back up, unaware of prying eyes at first. He is at a loss of what to say. He almost told her that he just can't grasp what is read. But then he remembered his fellow students. They would think is dumb. And he values these strangers opinions of himself. Wally blurted out, "The Giver?"
Students busted out with massive giggles. The teacher almost wanted to facepalm. But she looked at the clock and saw that she had less than one minute left to educate. She sighed. "Thank you, Wally for that great insight." More laughter erupted.
Wally's face was beet red, internally kicking himself in the ass for not understanding a thing that was read.
Ring, Ring, Ring. Ring, Ring, Ring. Ring, Ring, Ring. Ring, Ring, Ring. Ring, Ring, Ring. Ring….
And that was the end of that. Wally rushed to lunch. He ran into Nicole Diaz. Her, along with James Jesse and Hartley Rathaway are his only friends at Central City High.
"Hey, Nicole," Wally muttered. He suddenly had no energy to smile.
"Well, you seem down in the dumps today? Whats up?"
"Nothing."
"Oooo-kay." She shuffled her hands in her pocket and walked beside him in the lunch line. "Oh. So wanna tell me why you were acting all crazy on that Linda Park chick?"
"Nope."
"It's all over the school."
"I don't care." Wally snapped. Her hurt face made Wally regret it, right away. "I'm sorry. I don't think I'm myself today."
Nicole smiled. "Let's find out by watching you gorge yourself with food."
Wally's eyes brightened at the mention of food. He laughed with her. He bought his normal two lunches and they sat down with their other two friends. They all know Wally eats a lot. They are no longer ever surprised. But lately, Wally has been eating more than he actually needs. Wally's been going back for fifths and sixths. And then, as of late, Wally's been running to the bathroom as soon as he was done. It's become routine. Unknown to his small friend's group, he automatically throws up all the excess food that his stomach didn't need. He doesn't force it out. It just comes out. 'Why am I eating so much more?' Wally leans against the wall of the stall. "I need to tell Uncle Barry." Wally walks out of the restroom just in time. The bell rang.
Wally was walking to class when he spotted the new Android phone sitting on a test-taking desk in the hallway. He wanted that phone since it came out three weeks ago. He made an impulsive decision to just go for it. He tapped into his speed and swiped the phone before anyone was any the wiser. He pocketed it. He was at the end of the hallway when he heard a cry of, "my phone is gone!" He couldn't help but smile.
It became a good day when he "obtained" the phone he wanted. He decided he was going to personalize it when he gets home later. He turned it off for the rest of the day. Now all good days have to eventually come to an end. It is 2:15. School is over. 'Alright. Time to go to the cave. I can't wait till I see Dick. Oops. I mean Robin.' Wally chuckled to himself.
"Recognized Kid Flash: B03." The computer read. Wally took a quick glance around and saw the person he wanted to see. He ran to Robin and placed an arm around his shoulders.
"Whoa. Hey buddy. Whats up?" Robin hides his discomfort extremely well.
"Just happy to see you is all."
Robin nodded and pushed Wally a little bit. But that only made Wally hug tighter. "Dude. Get off of me." He pushed Wally again. Wally was so disappointed, he lost his balance. Robin sighed. He helped Wally to his feet. "Dude, why have you been so clingy the past few weeks?"
"Not getting enough love at home, Baywatch?" Artemis said.
"Shut up. No one asked you bitch." Wally blurted out.
Artemis was honestly surprised. She took a step back and almost choked on air. Kaldur took a deep breath before taking charge.
"Wally, you must apologize. That type of language is uncalled for when speaking to a teammate."
"But she was acting like a bitch, but I'm wrong for calling her on it?"
"Dude. That's not how you should talk to and about girls." Robin butted in.
"Oh. So you are taking her side?" Wally yelled. He starts to cry. Not because he's sad, but because he's so angry.
"Yeah. I am." Robin said slowly.
Wally wipes his eyes. The anger disappears. "Now your leaving?" Wally accuses.
"What?" Robin questioned.
Wally gets angry at Robin for not understanding his vague comment. "You're gonna leave me."
Robin takes a step closer. "Dude, what the hell are you talking about? Just apologize to Artemis for calling her that name."
Wally ignores Robin. The anger, once again, has settled in his chest. "You can't leave. I'll… I'll…" An Idea spikes. "I'll kill myself."
Robin does choke on air, along with the rest of the team. Artemis was the first to recover. "Suicide isn't a joke, you… you… jackass."
Robin, who is crying, says, "why would you even say that?"
Wally shakes his head. "Because it's true. I'll do it right now." Wally disappeared in a flash and then reappeared with a knife to his wrist. He pressed it deep enough to draw blood. The team was just so shocked that they stood still gaping at the blood as it paints the floor.
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