Chapter 7 I'm Not Crazy!

That conversation went great! I didn't go back home until midnight, when I knew everyone would be asleep.

As I walk in the door I can see dad sitting on the couch. I don't look at him, even as he get's up and calls my name. I just keep on going and walk downstairs. When I get there, I can only see one bed. They must have moved Mark in with Brad. I try not to burst out laughing. God, they are so pathetic. Oh, well, I finally get my room back.

I climb into bed and fall asleep fast, unfortunately that is included with the same nightmare again.

The next morning...

As I hardly slept anyway, I got up early and headed towards the school again, where Tony was waiting for me. We laughed together as I told him some of the stuff that happened the day before. After that we wait for the rest of gang to join us, so the real fun can begin.

When the final high school kids run home, so we won't hurt them, we go home ourselves.

As I walk around to the backdoor I notice a strange guy sitting on our couch. He is wearing a suit and mom and dad are sitting with him,talking and looking serious. As I open the backdoor, mom gets up quickly and rushes over to me.

'Honey, I'm so glad you're home.' I give her a confused look and I lean backwards as she tries to hug me.

'What are you doing?' She looks hurt, but doesn't say anything. Instead, she heads over to the kitchen to get some coffee.

Dad gets up now with the other guy.

'Randy, I'd like you to meet Stan Parsons, he works with your mom as a Psychiatrist.' He holds out his hand and smiles at me.

'Hello Randy, it is very nice to meet you. Your parents have told me so much about you.' I still don't take his hand, I just glare at dad with a sly smile.

'Did they now? Isn't that wonderful. Well, I'll just leave you to chat some more. Apparently you talk more about me when I'm not around. So, enjoy.' With that I head to my bedroom, but as soon as I start walking, he stops me.

'You know, you shouldn't walk away from your problems.' I stop walking and turn around to face him.

'Excuse me?' He walks towards me.

'You should talk to someone if there is a problem, don't let it change who you are.' What the hell?

'Hey, I don't have any problems. And who do you think you are anyway? You can't talk to me like that!'

'Actually, your parents came to me. They seem to think you do need help. And the best way for me to be able to help you is if you admit you have a problem and talking about it.' Wow, he has a lot of nerve.

'Well you know what, as a matter of fact I do have a problem right now.'

'Really? Oh, well, would you lke to share it with us?' I walk up to him and get right up in his face.

'Sure. Right now the only problem I have is you. So if you really want to help me, why don't you just get out.' His face stays friendly as he smiles.

'I don't think you really mean that.'

'Oh, but I do.' I'm really getting pissed off now. I keep walking and want to raise my fist, but dad comes and holds me back.

'Now, there's no need for that. I'm only here to help you. It would make you feel a lot better if you tell someone what's bothering you. Or you could write it down if you don't want to talk.' Dad has to keep holdig my arms as I want to punch his face in.

'Again, I don't need help! And besides: since when do psychiatrists force someone to talk? Don't they need permission from the regarding person? What I understand, is that, if someone decides he doesn't need a psychiatrist, because he is not crazy, you are not allowed to do anything. The person in question can only be forced if done so by law enforcement.' I shrug dad away from me.

'Well, you seem to know the rules very well.'

'I am not stupid, alright. I used to be a straight A-student, so don't think I don't know anything.'

'Well, I never said you were stupid. But if you 'were' an A-student, I wonder what happened? Why aren't you in college?' Good thing he's moved out of my reach.

'That is none of your business! I chose not to go. It was my own decision and I... Why am I explaining this to you? You don't even know me. You know what? This conversation is over.'

'Okay, if that's what you want. I can't force you,like you said. Well, if you ever decide you do want to talk, I'll leave my card. I'll also leave a pen and a notepad, maybe you'll feel more comfortable writing down your problems. Normally if you release the problems, you'll feel a lot better.' I just stare at him. 'Well, I'll just leave. I hope you will think about this and call me, alright?' He walks to the door, which I have already opened for him. He holds out his hand again and I just glare at him. He pulls his hand back and walks out. He wants to turn around, but I've already closed the door.

As I turn around I try hard not to look at my parents. Mom is cleaning the counter, she seems nervous and avoids looking at me. Dad looks at the floor when I turn me head towards him.

'You must be so proud of yourself. You don't know what to do anymore so you hire a shrink to come talk to me? You'd rather have a complete stranger talk to me then doing it yourself? Real good parenting, guys.'

'Look, Randy, we were just...' I hold up my hand to stop dad from talking.

'I wasn't finished yet. Did you ever stop and think that maybe this is my problem? Did it ever occur to you that maybe I act different because I was through with acting all goody two shoes, even though nobody cared. You know, I busted mu butt tryiong to be nice and did it make my life any better? No, it didn't. So why keep trying? yeah, maybe I have changed. And you know what? I like myself this way, so you can just suck it up. I'm not going to change because you want me to. I don't care anymore, because you don't care anymore.' They both look defeated and sad. Excellent. 'Oh, and another thing: the drugs and alcohol thing? I lied. I do use them and I like it.' They look shocked.

'Randy, you can't. As long as you live in this house, you will not use any alchol or drugs!' I smile at my mother and walk up to her in a threatening manner, she backs up immediately.

'Oh, really? And what are you going to do about it?' She looks scared.

'Randy, that's enough!' I put my hands up and walk away from her.

'Hey, I didn't do anything. Yet!' I laugh. Mom starts to cry again as dad gets angry.

'Go to your room!' I keep laughing.

'You can't tell me what to do, remember. But fine, I will. Maybe I'll just go smoke some coke, It's really good. You want any?'

'Get out!' I laugh as I walk downstairs. They are too easy. Who do they think they are, sending a shrink for me? I'm not crazy.

But for some reason the guy stays in my mind. Maybe it would help if I talked to someone.. And he's not allowed to tell anyone, so it could stay a secret. Wait, no, I can't... Can I?

I take the card out of my pocket and look at the number on it. Should I? I pick up the phone, but hesitate and I put it down again. No, I better think about this... It might be too dangerous. But it would help me if I told someone. Maybe if I.. No, I need to go somewhere and think long and hard about this, without anyone trying to interupt me, it's a big decision..

So I head back upstairs and walk out the backdoor, dissapearing again for hours, without looking back.

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A/N Hi! Sorry for taking so long to update, but I'm kinda stuck... I know the ending, but the in between chapter are the hardest to come up with. But I will try my best to update as soon as possible!

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