Me: Hey lovelies! So I made this story fanfic thing and i'm so exited for it!

Butch: Just get to the story alread-

Me: GET OUT OF HERE I HAVEN'T WRITTEN YOU IN YET. *pushes butch back*

BC: Heyyyyy I liked him here, it calmed me down.

Me: mmmhmmm *winks*

Blossom: Just get on with the story!

Brick: So impatient Blossy... *smirks*

Bubbles: AW! EEK ROMANCE.

Me: Ehem...

Boomer: You're so cute Bubs.

Bubbles: You're so swee-

Me: EHEM! I HAVEN'T EVEN WRITTEN Y'ALL IN YET. OK WELL LET'S GET STARTED.

My heart pounded in my chest.

I clutched onto my desk to stop myself from falling.

My eyes drifted shut as I did the exercise my therapist had mentioned in our last session.

Grounding… (AN: Look it up)

I took a deep breath and looked around at my room.

Finally, my rapid heart rate started to slow down.

The tears finally stopped streaming down my face and I laid down in my bed.

"Is everything ok? I heard crying."

My younger sister tore into the room and pulled me into a warm hug.

A few moments later, my older sister came in and as she looked towards me, her face fell.

"Oh my god."

She walked over to me and hugged me.

My younger sister's name was Bubbles Utonium. She had dirty blonde hair that was normally pulled into two low pigtails, but right now it was down and it reached her ribs. Her eyes were a baby blue color and she had rosy cheeks and fair skin. She was wearing a blue tank top with baby blue shorts with brown teddy bears all over them.

My older sister's name was Blossom Utonium. She had auburn hair that she normally kept in a high ponytail. It reached around her mid thigh when she let it down. Her eyes were a rare pink color, and she had porcelain skin and a clear complexion. She had on a large red shirt that reached her mid thigh with the words gorgeous written on it.

"What happened?" Bubbles looked over at me and took my hand.

I shook my head furiously as I tried to retrace my steps from the day before,

"I-I don't know." Blossom piped in,

"Did you take your medication today?"

How could I forget? Stupid, stupid, stupid…

"I forgot. Again. I'm so stupid."

I started to scratch at my skin with my long nails. My sisters didn't notice until they heard me gasp and saw a little spot of blood on my lower arm.

Blossom leaped towards me and looked at my arm.

"I'm sorry. It's a habit. I can't get rid of it."

Blossom smiled softly in a an attempt to reassure me.

"We can try to keep it under control."

Bubbles grabbed a band-aid from my nightstand drawer; we were used to this.

She carefully disinfected the scar and placed a band-aid on top of it.

As she was mending my cut, I broke down.

"I'm so sorry. I'm a mess. I don't even know why I do this. What is wrong with me?"

I took my face into the palms of my hands and cried my heart out.

My sisters stood on my sides, hugging me and occasionally whispering happy words into my ear.

"Don't worry, you just haven't taken your meds. It's your body's way of reacting to something that you don't have."

A year ago, my parents and my sisters were driving to a movie theater, and on the way there, someone swerved into our car. My sisters were ok, but my parents were in a coma. The doctors said they couldn't make it, their vital organs were failing and the next day, we got the report that Mr. and Mrs. Utonium were gone. This caused my mind to break down. Soon enough, I was diagnosed with panic disorder, and I was put on more meds than you could imagine. I had forgotten to take my medicine and now I became my true self, a stupid, psychotic, little girl.

A voice snapped me out of my hazy thoughts.

"We should all get to bed. It's our first day back at California Academy of Fine Arts tomorrow."

I felt a wave of sarcasm rush over me,

"How great."

Bubbles giggled, sticking her tongue out lightly,

"There's the BC we know!"

"OK well, now that I've calmed down a bit, I'm gonna go to bed; I'll see y'all in the morning."

I managed a wavering smile which calmed my sisters down a bit.

"Make sure you take your meds tomorrow morning. We love you."

"I love you guys."

They walked out of my room and I could hear them muttering to each other as they went to their rooms.

I decided to go take a shower and clear my mind.

I made my way into my bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

My eyes were puffy and my lips were purple and my green tank top was stained with tears. I took off my shirt and black nike shorts and set the water as hot as it would go. As I waited for it to heat up, I had wrapped a towel around myself and was looking at my arms. I had never cut, though many people assumed I did. The only things that could be seen were faint spots from where I scratched. It was never intentional, it was impulsive.

I walked over to the shower and ran my hand under it.

It had gotten very hot, and I stepped in.

The water burned my skin which made me gasp slightly before my body adjusted to the heat. Once it did, my mind started racing.

When we had gone to school last year, people had seen my scars and had made many assumptions. They all assumed I had major depression, but in reality I had a pretty normal attitude. At first, I wouldn't even talk back. I would just walk off. But when I started fighting back and sticking up for myself, people assumes I was bipolar. Normally, I was a feisty person that could make the best comebacks and always stuck up for people. But there were some moments, moments like this. These usually happened if I didn't take my medication. If I didn't take my medicine, the insane part of my mind would come out and I would have severe panic attacks.

Many people glamorize mental illness. Something severe shouldn't be glamorized by the general public. When you have a panic attack, it's as if you're under water, struggling, shaking crying for help, but only the thousands of medications provided by psychiatrists and the millions of sessions with therapists would save you.

My sisters and I inherited our parents giant estate: Winterbourne Estate (AN:its a real place). We were a generally rich family, but when our parents passed away, a big part out our family requested access to the bank, but according to their will, we got all of their possessions and access to their trust fund, which was pretty loaded. We led a pretty normal life, that is, until my mental illness got in the way. Our house was huge, and we had a plant filled backyard, with a small little cottage that I liked to go to if I needed to be alone. It was located near a small japanese pond, and was covered in vines and cherry blossoms. I liked to sit on the bridge and listen to music while reading or writing. It always calmed me down.

Back when we were in school, I would go there and do my homework and get away from the world. Everyone thought I was some crazy emo chick. All they would do is comment. Comment on my hair, my body, and like I said before, I didn't care. Dancing was my escape. We all went to the CAFA (California Academy of Fine Arts) and each of us specialized in two things. Firstly, all of us did singing, and we were pretty good. For our second subject, Bubbles did art. She started to draw at a young age and she slowly became an amazing artist. Blossom did acting and drama. Her dream had always been to perform on Broadway. Lastly, I did dance. Whenever I danced, I had a feeling of escape. It felt like all there was in the world was me and the music. I felt confident, beautiful even. And dancing was the one thing that made people look at me differently. They thought I was a depressive little girl, and of course I would show them how powerful I was. Every time I danced, I felt a rush, as if I was high off the movement.

A sudden burst of cold water jolted me out of my daydream and I quickly rinsed out my hair and my body.

I turned the water off and put my emerald green towel around my shivering body.

I put my jet black hair into another towel and walked out of the humid bathroom.

My eyes wandered around the room and locked eyes to something on my nightstand. My medication.

I had to wait until the morning to take it or else it could start taking a bad turn.

I sighed and walked over to a silver framed picture on my desk.

Mom, Dad, why can't you guys be here? I miss you.

Flashback

"What do you mean they're gone?"

The doctor looked at me sadly, her hair going in her face and dark purple shading her undereyes.

"I'm sorry, miss. There's nothing we could've done."

"There had to be something!"

I put my hands on the doctor's shoulders and started slightly shaking her.

"Buttercup."

I turned around to look at Blossom and Bubbles who had tear stained faces and puffy eyes.

"Oh my god…"

I ran towards my sisters and hugged them. Bubbles was sobbing into my shoulder and even Blossom was crying. I burst into tears and held them closer.

I felt a tear roll down my cheek and fall onto the desk.

Calm down, BC.

I sucked in a sharp breath and went to get into my pajamas.

I put on a long green t-shirt with my underwear and I pulled back the covers as I got into my warm bed.

Time for the first day of hell.

Me: Did ya like itttt? I'll make sure to include a bit more romance in the next chappie!

Blossom: Oh no. Don't start with the "chappies"

Me: Well miss smart as-

Butch: Woah there. *covers my mouth*

Me: Oh shut your trap I could kill you off any time.

Butch: But you woulddnnnn'ttt! You love me too much.

Me: Ugh.

BC: OK THATS ENOUGH!

Me: Hope you guys enjoyed that!

Boomer: Disclaimer: She doesn't own us!

Butch: I'M FREE!

Me and the PPGZs (minus bc. cuz. ya know): Ugh