Prologue
Arthur POV
Mental hospital.
What do you think when you hear that? Probably someone in a straight jacket in a nice plushie room and big burly security gaurds roaming the hallways with syringes in their pockets. A place for people who hear voices, who hurt people, who are insane. Not for people like me. I'm not insane. I know lots of people say that, but I'm really not insane. I don't want to kill people, or hear voices in my head. Just because I burn myself sometimes doesn't mean I'm insane. I don't even do it often; probably only 5 times a week. After school. Only to help me deal with those shitheads from school. The idiots that yell 'fag'. The burning just helps bring me up from that low from school. It helps me feel better, like the way weed probably would. But I'm too smart to try that; I need my brain cells for college, so all drugs are basically out of the question. And cutting is unapealing to me. I don't know why, but the idea of cutting your skin open like that scares me. So, I burn.
I'm pretty sure in the back of my head, I knew I would get caught eventually. That my parents would eventually would walk in on me, that they would find my lighter, or my scars. It was the later. I think I could have gotten away with it if my parents have found the lighter; I could have just said I had been smoking. But no; they had to have seen the stupid scars. I had been studying in my room without my hoodie on and my mom had come in without knocking. And poof- cue family drama. After a ton of qustions and a quick visit to a therapist, my parents and the therapist had decided to send me to a mental hospital.
Mental hospital.
I agreed to go, even though my head protested greatly. It shot out reason after reason for me not to go, things like; You're not crazy, you don't need those stupid therapists and medication, you can fix yourself. I partly agreed with it, but I didn't want to upset my parents any more then they already were.
So now I was in a bus-slash-van with a few other people that I didn't really care about, heading toward a mental hospital I didn't want to go to, as a newly diagnosed schizophrenic.
And I didn't have my lighter.
Ohmygod, my first fanfiction :D I can't believe I'm finally uploading a story. I'm so nervous .
I'm sorry this first chapter was so shory, but I'll upload a new one soon. And that one is about 1,300 words, I think. So a bit more acceptable ._.