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Ryan's head ached, he didn't understand. He did a lot of things when he first arrived.
"Can you please be more specific?" The boy muttered, rudely.
Mike turned to face his computer, pointing at it, "See that email? Do you recognise it?"
Ryan got up, going next to Mike and peering at the screen from where he stood.
"No, I don't." He lied, making eye contact with Mike.
He was a bit worried, Mike and May-Li had read what the email said. He'd deleted that email for one reason.
He didn't want his secrets getting out.
May-Li scoffed, as she folded her arms and leant against the door, "Are you sure about that?"
It felt as if she was trapping him in the room.
Mike stood up, staring deeply into Ryan as if he was trying to find the truth behind those dark brown eyes.
Ryan may have been good at hiding the truth, but Mike knew he was lying about the email.
"I know you deleted the email, Ryan," Said Mike, "You distracted me, and then you destroyed the keyboard!"
Ryan rolled his eyes, "So?"
"Why?" Asked Mike, "Why did you delete it?"
Ryan shrugged, "I just didn't want you and May-Li to know anything about me. I wanted a completely fresh start."
"You mean, a fresh start from your mental health issues?" Questioned May-Li.
Mike glanced at the screen, "Well, that's what the email says."
Ryan sighed, feeling weak and dizzy, so he sat down, "I didn't want anyone to know."
"Ryan, this is serious!" Scolded Mike.
"I know!" Ryan yelled back almost immediately, putting a hand to his forehead because it was now in an extreme amount of pain.
May-Li sat down, "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." Replied Ryan.
"I want a real answer." Mike told him.
Ryan's eyes began watering, he felt sick, "What will you do if I tell you?"
"That depends on what's wrong with you, but we honestly don't know." Answered May-Li.
"Ryan?" Murmured Mike, expecting an answer.
"A-Anxiety," Stuttered Ryan, "I-I have anxiety."
Mike sighed, as he leant back into his seat and covered his face with his hands.
May-Li's eyes widened, "A-Anxiety? As in, panic attacks?"
Ryan simply nodded, instantly regretting it when pain burst through his head.
Silence. No-one spoke for a good minute.
"Well done, you've officially messed up!" Cheered his demon sarcastically, "Want to tell anyone else? Or do you want to explain in more detail to Mike and May-Li?"
"You're so weak and worthless."
A tear dripped down Ryan's eye, as he spoke to Mike and May-Li, "I just didn't want to be different. I didn't want to be a freak. I didn't want to be sent to a special home."
Mike moved over to Ryan, in an attempt to calm him. He placed his hand on Ryan's arm, but the boy jolted away, gasping, "Don't touch me."
Ryan's vision was filled with water when he shot up, and he felt horrible.
He was very dizzy, and would have fallen down if May-Li didn't jump up and sit him down again.
Though, his heart pumped faster due to her touch, and he began freaking out when his chest tightened.
"I can't breathe." He squeaked, staring straight forward, towards the floor.
"May-Li, get him some water!" Ordered Mike, as May-Li rushed out.
"Ryan? C'mon, kiddo. Just breathe."
Ryan struggled to hold onto Mike's voice.
Though, eventually, he calmed down. May-Li gave him some water, which relaxed his chest and slowed his breathing.
He was exhausted, but managed to say, "This is why I didn't tell you."