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I open my eyes. The light to bright. I squint my eyes. Once I register the light I open them fully. I see Uncle Barry hovering above me. I sit up. "What?"

"Time to get ready for school. I turned off your alarm clock twenty minutes ago to let you sleep a little while longer. But now you really need to get up."

I smile. "Thanks, Uncle Barry."

"You feeling better, kiddo?"

"Much."

He smiles at me. Ruffles my hair. "Glad to hear that kiddo. Get dressed. Your Aunt and I are taking you to school."

I wait for him to leave. I feel the acute pain I always feel when I am happy. But it's okay. I happy to be happy. I turn the radio of my alarm clock on. I hear a sweet melody play.

Happy hurts sometimes, oh

Blame it on the monsters in my mind, oh

I've been getting better at slowly getting worse, oh

What's wrong with me when happy hurts?

I stare at the radio with the tune playing in the background of my room. 'Something is wrong with me.'

The lyrics fade out into the distance. I can only hear certain words.

For my darling depression… Mad

Fine line between crazy and sad.

lot of us. Ill. undiagnosed.

A little less victim, a little more victory

Happy hurts sometimes.

Blame. Monsters. Mind.

What's wrong with me when happy hurts?

Crazy.

Little less victim, please.

Pretend.

Between psycho and sanity.

What's wrong with me when happy hurts?

The rest of the song clears. The radio is silent for a moment until the next song plays. I shake my head, slightly. I blink the tears away as I listen to the banging. 'What is that?'

"Hello?" I say tentatively.

"Kid. It's me. You ready yet?"

"One second Uncle Barry. I'll be downstairs in two seconds." I tap into my speed. I stand before my closet. I look between all my clothes and settle for a redshirt. A black and white checkered over shirt. I left the buttons open so that everyone can see my redshirt. And of course to finish the ensemble, blue jeans.

I run down the stairs. I see Uncle Barry and Aunt Iris waiting for me by the door. I come to a stop in front of them.

"Wally. No speedrunning in the house." Iris scolded.

"Sorry," I say sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck with my right hand. Then a thought occurred to me. "So why are you both taking me to school?" Uncle Barry opened the door. I followed him out. Aunt Iris was last. She closed the door and locked it.

"Because your teachers wanted to speak with us," Iris confirmed my suspicions.

"Why?" I asked.

"Don't worry about it, Wally." Uncle Barry hoped in the driver's seat. Aunt Iris pushed me, genitally, to the car. She got in the passenger seat. I got in the back seat behind Aunt Iris.

"Barry, we should just tell him. He's going to find out once we get there." Iris tried to persuade.

"Tell me what?"

Barry grips the wheel tighter.

'When did we start driving?'

"You acted like you are out to lunch, so the school and your Aunt Iris all think you are actually crazy. I told you that would happen."

"Barry. I thought you were going to stop that. Listen, what if he really is sick. You ridiculing any possibility of… of this isn't going to help in the long run."

"Are you pretending, Wally?"

'He never asked me that before.' "I don't know what's wrong with me." That's all I could think to possibly say.

"A thought keeps coming back to me. But I keep ignoring it. Because you were never this bad before. Something might be wrong with you."

"I don't want to be crazy."

"Your not. This does not mean you are bonkers. Even if we see a doctor who tries telling us otherwise." Barry pulled into the parents parking section. He turned his car off and Iris hoped out. She helped me get out. Barry walked around the car and steps beside me.

I wipe the tears away. We towards the door. Students waving and saying hi to me. I waved back. High fived a few people. No one even cared that I'm being followed by two people who are basically my parents.

Uncle Barry leans into my ear. "Wow. You really are popular."

I smile. "Who could resist me?" I elbow him, softly, in his gut. He ruffles my hair, playfully. I push him away. 'Don't wanna fuck up my rep.' I notice Linda Park out of the corner of my eye. She looks surprised. I smile and wave. She slams the front door open and hurries off. I shrug my shoulders. 'Can't please them all.'

"Dude." I turn around to face Cody Driscoll.

"Hey." I greet him. We fist pound.

"I heard you went psycho on Nicole's house. You broke Vic's nose?"

"Don't feed into rumors," I say.

"Dude. I'm just warning you." He looks at Iris and Barry, smiles and says audibly louder than needed, "James might be a little PISSED at you."

"Why? He's like one of my best friends."

"Yeah, well everyone is saying that you caught his crazy. Totally alienated him."

I rub my face. "Fuck."

"So did you catch his crazy, bruh?"

"You can't catch crazy you sad, benighted human."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"Look it up, dullard." We walk into the school. Barry praises me for my vocabulary. 'You would think Iris would be prouder.' Still, inside, people are greeting me. But this time around, I'm not so into it. 'I can't believe James is getting dragged into this Bullshit.

"Wally, everything is going to be okay." Barry attempts to comfort me.

'Must've seen my devastation.'

I take a seat on the chair once we enter the office. 'The office should be closer to the door. Hmm. I guess they really can't get any farther without security stopping them. But that's just my thought. Hell, what do I know?'

"Hi. We are the Allen's. Guardians of Wallace West. We are here to see Mr. Chambers." Uncle Barry lets the secretary know. She was interrupted by my principal waltzing out of his office.

"Ah. Mister and Mrs. Allen. Please come in. You as well, Wally." Uncle Barry and Aunt Iris were already in the room. There were only two chairs and they each took one. I stood behind Uncle Barry.

"Mr. Chambers. Thank you so much for taking the time to speak with us."

"Oh please. Call me Johnny, Mrs. Allen."

"Well, then you call me Iris. And this is Barry."

"Nice to meet you both."

"Yes. I'm glad we have had this chance to meet with you," Iris says politely.

Barry scoffs. Rolls his eyes and sinks further into his seat. Iris smacks him the leg. He shoots up. "Sorry. I mean, this is a wonderful opportunity and I am so thrilled to be apart of it."

Iris rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry for him." She apologizes

"Oh no. It's alright. I understand this could be a bit difficult to accept. And I am not a doctor and will not try to be a doctor. All I'm saying is…"

Barry interrupts him. "That wally's crazy?"

"Oh no. We do not like to use that word."

"Psychotic?" Barry offers instead.

"No. Sir. He might have a mental disorder. But that doesn't mean he's crazy. He could live a completely normal life with the right medication."

"I don't want to take pills." I intervene.

"There might be an intravenous drug that they are able to give you."

I scoff. "That sounds worse than a pill."

"He's not taking drugs."

"Wally. Barry." Iris says, warningly. "Can we please hear what Johnny has to say."

"The fight he got into was the final straw. It just confirmed my belief. That's not normal what he did. How he acted towards the other student. And believe me, I have seen my fair share of standard High School fights to know what's usual behavior of two aggressive teens. And I have a few different students suffering from mental disorders or illnesses to be able to pick up certain cues. I wanted to bring up to you the day of the fight, but neither of you was available. And, the man that was on your pick up list, Hal Jordan, wouldn't listen. If you two are willing to listen I could help you through this."

"What do you suggest?" Iris asked.

"He needs to speak with a mental health specialist. I can't diagnose him. I'm not a doctor. But a Psychiatrist can. And it might be good for him to speak with a phycologist as well. We have a very good therapist at this school if he is willing to speak with her. But he needs someone with whom he can build a trusting rapport with."

"What if we don't want to put him through all that?" Barry asked.

"Well, I am sorry to inform you that Wally will not be allowed back at this school until a specialist can give him clearance or if needed, medication. We need to know that he is not a danger to himself and our other students. Or he won't be welcome here. We have to think of everyone else as well as Wally. I do enjoy him. He's one of our more behaved students. So to see this downfall of late... I just want him to get help."

I start to cry. 'This isn't happening.'

"He is welcomed to finish today, but tomorrow he is not to come back without a doctors note telling us he is mentally stable."

"I don't want to finish today."

"Okay sweetheart," Iris says before Barry could say whatever the hell he was about to say. "We'll get you to the doctor as soon as possible." Iris stands up, assuring my principle.

"Don't bother. I don't want to be here. I hate it here anyway. I don't want to go to a doctor. I don't want to see someone else who is going to tell me I'm out of my fucking mind. I don't need that shit in my life." I storm out of there. Uncle Barry is by my side shortly after.

We walk in silence. Soon enough Aunt Iris was behind us.

Barry assures me that we are not going to any doctor. But then Iris yells, "I do not care what you want Wally. You are going to that doctor. And Barry, you are not helping anything."

He slams the car door shut. I walk to the other side and get in the backseat behind Uncle Barry. Iris gets in the car. She closes her door, tenderly.

It was silent until Barry shouted. "Want me to help? I'll help." He takes out his phone. I hear the dial tone and then the ringing. He places it on speaker and mouths to Iris, 'watch.'

"Hello?"

"Hey, Bruce."

"Hello, Barry. You seem tense?"

"I'm not."

'He is.'

"I need you to call that psychiatrist. The one that knows about this hero stuff."

"Canary?"

"No, she's a psychologist," Barry stresses the syllables. "We need a psychiatrist."

"Leslie Thompkins?" Bruce questions.

"Yeah. That sounds right." Barry breathes in and then out. "Iris thinks Wally's crazy. And so does the school. So he can't return without the clear from a professional."

Neither said anything for a long time. "I agree with them."

"Why?"

"I'm not a doctor, Barry. I just know it's not normal for what Wally does."

"You were falsely diagnosed and you are with them to put Wally through that."

"It might be real with Wally." Another long pause. "Take the Zeta Tube from Central to Gotham- 39th street."

"Okay." He hangs up. Barry places his phone back into his pocket. "Wally, wanna drive to the Zeta Tube?"

"No."

Barry shook his head and drove. Nothing was heard on that car ride, but my sniffling. I can't stop crying. 'Deep down I always knew this was bound to happen and yet I am so unprepared.

Barry drove behind the dumpster. He was the first one out of the car. Iris was next. I didn't get out until they were in the Zeta Tube, using their hands to signal for me to follow along.

Iris vanished first. Then me. Uncle Barry came shortly after. Bruce was already waiting for us. 'No Dick?'

I walk to the driver's side of the car and point to the ground to signal for Bruce to open the window. 'Where is Dick?'

"Yes, Wally?"

"I just asked you, where's Dick?"

"I didn't think I needed to get him involved in this. Get in." I get in the back. Uncle Barry was going to sit up front, but I wanted him next to me.

"No. Uncle Barry, back here." He looks at Iris who just shrugs and he gets in the back seat with me.

I move to sit closer to Barry. He stiffens up but eases into me. He wraps an arm around me. I rest my head on his chest. "Tickle me?"

Barry smiles and starts rubbing circles on my back. I actually fell asleep. It felt… Fast. Almost instantaneous, we ended up at the office of Bruce's friend. It felt quick. Because one second I closed my eyes and then the next I'm being woken up with a slight shaking and Uncle Barry saying, "We are here kiddo!"

"Sorry," I mutter. I get out of the car. I hear Uncle Barry ask me,

"For what?" But I didn't answer him.

'Why'd I say sorry?'

"So. Is this woman really trustworthy?" Barry asks Bruce. Iris entwines her fingers with Barry.

"Yes. She has been with me since I first became…" His voice gets lower so that prying ears can't hear, "Batman."

I look around and see other kids my age. Lots of Adults. I pause at the door. 'I don't wanna go in there.'

"Come on Wally." Barry grabs my hand and pulls me to the window.

Bruce tells them that we are here to see Leslie Thompkins. And explains I'm new and tells them my name. I pull my hand away from Barry's and head to the seating area. I take a seat in the corner. This overweight man takes a seat next to me. He oozes on to my side. I scootch over. I have my arms folded. I look at the wall.

"So what are you in for?" The man tries to make small talk. I ignore him.

'Don't talk to strangers.'

"Come on, you can tell me?"

I snap. "This isn't a prison. It's not a nut house. It the step before the nut house. I'm not crazy like you people."

"WALLY!" Barry scolded.

But, soon enough, mostly everyone (i'm assuming patients only) broke out into laughing fits.

The overweight man said, "not everyone here is crazy." He starts laughing again. "Couldn't say that with a straight face."

"Go to hell." I stand up and walk to the other side of the room.

"All the guy is trying to say is you wouldn't be here if there wasn't something wrong with you." A girl my age said.

"I didn't sign up to be annoyed. Why don't you psycho's all just leave me alone."

I hear Barry half yell, "And please have her hurry."

They walk over to me. Barry is holding a clipboard. "What's that?" I ask.

"You have to fill that out," Iris said, taking a seat next to me. Barry and Bruce stood in front of Iris and me, due to there being no more seats.

"I don't want to."

"Wally, just please." Barry looks at the sheet. "The first one is easy. Name!"

I smile and tell him my name. "Wally West… Oh I mean Wallace We, no Rudolf West."

"Very good." Barry kneels in front of me.

NAME: Wallace Rudolph West.

"Next is your age. How old are you?"

I laugh. "You know I'm sixteen."

"Yeah. Yeah."

NAME: Wallace Rudolph West.

AGE: 16

"Next is your birthday."

I grab the sheet. I start writing down all the information.

NAME: Wallace Rudolph West

AGE: 16

BIRTHDAY: November 11, 2002

ALLERGIES: Nope

Does Mental Illness run in your family history:?

What are your symptoms:

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I throw the clipboard back at Barry. "Done already kid?" He looks at it and frowns. "You left most of this blank."

"Not doing anymore."

Barry stood up and walked the paper over to the desk. She told him that he had to sign the last form. Which he did. Then they told him I had to sign as well. He didn't have to call me over. I got up and walked to the desk by myself. I just knew I would have lost it if he asked me to sign the paper. I grabbed the pen out of Uncle Barry's hand and signed my name.

Before I could sit back down, my name was called. I stopped, forced a smile on my face, and turned around. I walked to the women who called my name.

Iris stood up and caught up with Barry. They walked towards the doctor and me, hand in hand.

"Are you two his parents?"

"His guardians, yes," Iris confirmed.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Doctor Leslie Thompkins. And you guys are?"

"Wally?" I mumble.

"Barry," says not much happier.

"And I am Iris. I apologize in advance for these two." She uses her thumb to gesture towards Barry and me.

"It's okay. I don't mind. Believe me, I deal with much worse. Follow me." She smiled towards Bruce and waved at him. He waved back. She leads us through the door. "Can I have his chart?" She called out. A young girl rushed it out into the hallway for her. A quick thank and then she leads us to the right. Down the hallway, to the right again. And then one more turn (left) and her office was straight ahead. She walked in first. I stopped dead in my tracks.

'I don't want to go in there.'

Barry places a hand on my shoulder. He tilts his head towards the door, signaling for Iris to go in the room. She did. Barry leans into me to whisper in my ear. "Why did you stop?"

I look at him. I turn to face him and I place my hands on his chest to push him backward. He complies. "I don't want her to tell me I'm crazy," I whisper back.

"How many times do I have to say that you aren't crazy. I don't know why your acting like you are. Just tell her the truth: you haven't been acting like yourself. You have been acting like your a crazy person. And tell her why you been acting that way."

'I don't know why.' I never say that. "Would you love me even if something was wrong with me?" I question.

He smiles, warmly, at me. "Nothing is wrong with you. You just have to stop misbehaving, kiddo. Okay?"

I nod. 'What if I can't help it?' I never voice my concern. Instead, I walk back towards the room. Stop again outside the door to take a deep breathe and into the room I go. 'At least there ain't no shrink bed.' I take a seat by Iris. Barry walked over to the folding chair that resides by the couch that Iris and I are on. 'No.'

"Uncle Barry, sit by me."

Barry looks up, he frowns. "There isn't enough room there, kid."

"I want you to sit by me," I argue.

"You have Aunt Iris right there." He sounds tired.

"But I want you to sit here." I turn to Aunt Iris. "Let Uncle Barry sit there." I fold my arms in frustration when she doesn't listen right away. "Move."

"Wally, do not talk to your Aunt that way." He raised his voice. I shrunk in my sit.

'Why am I scared of Uncle Barry?'

"Now, I don't think it matters where we all sit. Just, let's get this note for the school and get this over with." He sat on the folding seat, anyway.

"I'm not doing this if you don't sit next to me, Uncle Barry. I'll walk out right now. I'll… I'll…" I grab my head. I scream a little bit. I'm. So. Frustrated.

Iris places a hand on my shoulder. "Wally. Just calm down. I'll move." She gets up.

'Looks upset.' I shrug my shoulders.

"Barry. Just sit next to him. It really doesn't matter."

Barry forced a smile on his face. 'Why is he mad?' When he sits down, he folded his arms.

I inch closer to him. "Okay, Wally. I'm sitting next to you. You don't have to maul me."

I feel tears prick my eyes. I blink them away. I was about to say something but the lady interrupted me. "May I intervene?" Barry nods. She smiles. "Wally, it seems like you have quite the attachment to… your… Uncle?" She says, questioning.

Barry nodded.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Wally, please watch your language," Iris says, embarrassingly. Apologetic.

"Wally, what do you feel when you swear? Or curse?"

I blinked my eyes in surprise. "Good," I answer, grudgingly.

Knowing that's all she was getting, she decides to question me further. "Why are you guys here? Bruce didn't have time to explain much further than this is school requested."

I fold my arms and look towards the wall on my left. I notice out the corner of my eye that she looks to Uncle Barry and Aunt Iris for answers. Uncle Barry follows my actions. I hear Aunt Iris sigh.

"I'm sorry about Barry. He doesn't think Wally needs to be here." She may have wanted to continue, But Barry screams,

"He doesn't. Listen, Doctor. Wally hasn't been acting like himself. He's been acting out. But he promises to act better. And be like his old self. Can you just give us the note for the school and we can get out of here so you can doctor actual patients."

"Wally?" I hear the doctors soft voice. I lift my head to look at her. "Is what your Uncle Just said true?" I stay silent for the longest time. I don't know how to answer.

"Go on Wally. Answer her. Tell her." Uncle Barry urges.

"Can I ask a question?" I say. She nods, eagerly awaiting. "Do you feel pain when you feel?"

"What do you mean?"

"There is never a moment where I am not feeling something. I'm always stuck in an emotion. And sometimes it feels like I jump from emotion to emotion like… I can't explain it right now. My friend Nicole thinks I'm bipolar or something. But I don't think so. I'm not crazy or anything. I think. Umm." I pause momentarily. "Well, see: when I'm angry (which is probably most often) It burns. It burns so bad that it makes me want to die."

"Wally," Barry shouts, about to yell, but Iris and the doctor both stop him.

The doctor says, "Please let him continue." She looks at me. "Go on, honey."

"When I'm sad, it's a piercing, excruciating pain." My eyes glisten with tears. "Like someone stabbed me in the chest and twisted the knife." I think about when I'm afraid. That's often as well. "I'm afraid a lot. Like I'm afraid people will leave me so much. And it's a dull pain, but I feel it for days. Even well after the fear itself subsided." I think for a moment. 'Should I tell her that it hurts to be…' "Happy!" I blurt out before I change my mind. "It hurts to be happy too. It's sharp. Acute."

"And you say there is never a moment in a day where you aren't feeling something?" I nod.

I look at Uncle Barry. "Do you hate me?"

"No Wally. I just want you to stop this pretending." He rests his hand on his forehead. I watch a lone tear slide down his cheek.

"Wally, are you fabricating any part of your story? Or does it really hurt to feel?" The doctor questioned.

'She believes me.' I smile. 'Maybe all of this isn't so strange?' "I'm not lying." I wait for a moment before continuing. "There is more." She indicates for me to go on.

"Uncle Barry, I'm not lying," I say. He looks away from me.

"I was thirteen."

"Thirteen?" Iris asks. I gaze into her concerned eyes.

'Please do not be disappointed.' "I had sex. Like real sex. Consenting sex."

"Why is this on your mind? In today's age, sex out of wedlock is common, especially among teenagers. More and more middle schoolers are participating in sexual intercourse."

"Yeah, but I don't re… I just kept having sex and now? Today? I can't tell you how many times that I have had sex. I can't tell you how many partners I have had. I lost count." I admitted. I look into Uncle Barry's eyes and start to cry, softly, because he is wearing a face of pure disgust.

"Wally, I want…" I felt bad for interrupting the doctor, but I need to talk to Uncle Barry.

"Uncle Barry, please don't hate me," I beg. I wrap my arms around him and cry louder when he doesn't hug back.

He pushes me away. "Why?" I ask.

"Oh excuse me if I don't feel like hugging a whore."

My eyes widen in surprise. Iris interjects, "Barry! That is not called for. Lets just…"

Barry wasn't happy with the first blow he landed on me. He needed to add a second, I guess. Because he doesn't listen to Iris. In fact, he cuts her off. "Maybe your father was right. You a good for nothing whore. You just said it." He sinks back into the couch, his hands both on his face.

I wipe my eyes trying to get rid of the tears, but they just keep coming. "You don't love me anymore?"

"No, I do. I'm sorry I just said that. I'm just so confused. I don't understand you anymore Wally."

"Can I say something else?"

"What, kiddo?"

"I'm bisexual."

"You are? Why didn't you tell me that?" He looks at Aunt Iris. "Did he tell you?" She shakes her head no. Barry whips his head back to me. "I honestly love you no matter what. I just want to understand."

"I want to start telling the truth. I love lying. Especially to get my way. But It's tiring. I'm getting tired of all these games I know I'm playing but I have no control over it." I take a deep breath. "I originally discovered I was bisexual when I was fifteen. Like a few months before my birthday. I was running out of people to fuck." They all sat with extreme patience. I could just tell they were agog to hear what I had to say next. I wasted enough time. I left them in anticipation long enough. All the issues that I tried to keep private came tumbling out of my mouth.

I described what it feels like when I enter a store. How I have this indescribable urge to steal. How I don't feel complete unless I take what I want or need. Even if I have the money. I just want to take the items. I need to steal. I don't want to. I need to. I explained that and everyone sat in silence as I talked through everything. I went on to explain how every day I struggle with the fear that Uncle Barry will just walk out. Leave me. Or worse, give me back to my father. I talked about how I fear my best friend Dick, who she already knows is Robin, will leave me. I talked about how I get these ideas to keep them both from leaving me. I explained how I'm willing to kill myself to keep them right here in my life. Everyone stayed silent, which kind of urged me to continue. I even told them how I don't know when I'm hungry and need to eat. I'll just eat until I get sick. I thought I was done, but I thought I'd add about the paranoia I sometimes feel and the voices that I hear.

Nobody said a word after my rant. I was breathing heavily. 'God, I hope I was breathing throughout that speech.' Because if I said it at superspeed, then no one would have been able to understand it besides my Uncle and it would have been a waste of time.

"Okay. I'm glad you told me this, Wally."

"Please don't lock me up," I beg. But it sounds pretty pathetic, even to me.

She chuckles. "No. Wally. I think I know what you have. And it's treatable. I can give you some mood stabilizing medication and there is even a therapy created by a brilliant psychology researcher that we can try."

Barry jumps up. "You think. Yet, you want to medicate him. You aren't sure."

"You still think he is normal?" Iris chimes in. "Barry. I am scared. I'm scared of him." I always knew I was a bad person. That's the real reason I wanted to become a hero. To make up for all my badness. But hearing my favorite Aunt say she was afraid of me, broke my heart. I sunk into my seat.

'I want to be normal.' I smile. 'Say it out loud, genius.' "I don't care, Aunt Iris." I hear her gasp. She now looks disappointed.

I look at the doctor. "That's another thing. I think before I speak. All the time. But then when I say what I know is the right thing, people hate it."

"Take a deep breath," she commands. "Then I want you to not think about it so much. Just repeat what you just said."

I was confused as to why, but I do as she tells me. Deep breathe. I don't think about it this time, I just repeat from memory, "I want to be normal, Aunt Iris."

Uncle Barry, looks frustrated as he turns to me and asks, "that's what you think you just said, Wally?"

"No. That's what I know I said."

Uncle Barry looks back at Doctor Tompkins. "Okay. I'm open to possibilities right now. Explain this kid to me. Because he sure as hell ain't any help."

"Okay. Wally, name the disorders that you know by heart." I start off with,

"Bipolar disorder," I'm about to continue, but she stops me.

"Yes, that's one of the most commonly known disorders. That, along with Schizophrenia." She smiles. "I am not saying it isn't possible for you to know about other disorders." She must have noticed my face flash of anger at the test of my knowledge. "Have you ever heard of Borderline Personality Disorder or BPD?"

I shake my head no. She looks to my Aunt and Uncle. "Have either of you?" They too, shake their heads no.

"Borderline what?" I snap.

"Are you trying to tell us that there is something wrong with his personality?" Barry says, roughly.

"No. A personality disorder is best defined as maladaptive behavior patterns. Each disorder is specified with different patterns. A personality disorder can have long-term difficulties in personal relationships, not always, but BPD does make it difficult for a person to maintain relations with family and most definitely friends. And it is harder for them to function in society. But not impossible. Once we know what disorder a person has, and classify it as a personality disorder, we can teach one on the proper mannerisms for society." She explained.

"My quality is shitty?" I say.

"Excuse me, Wally?"

"That's what borderline means. Right? Not acceptable. Stuck in the middle. Unclassifiable."

"I don't want you to think about any of that."

"How can you be sure it this borderline stuff?" Barry questions.

"Let us look at the facts."

"Which are?" Iris asks.

"Feeling as much as he does, was my huge red flag. It's not as common, but not unheard of a Borderline to feel pain with each emotion. Just like Wally said, there isn't a moment when someone suffering from Borderline Personality Disorder is not feeling some sort of emotion."

"Is that all you have?" Barry questions.

"No. I can explain. For a professional, like myself, to diagnose an individual with BPD the suspected individual needs to have five of the nine symptoms, at least. It is possible to have more than five and terrifying if they have all nine."

"What are the symptoms exactly?" Barry asks.

'He wanted me to be normal.'

"One, Impulsivity and risky behavior. Two, fragile self-image. Three, unstable (sometimes intense) relationships. Four, mood swings. Five, explosive anger (frequently). Six, suicidal behavior, self-injury, or threats of self-injury, and threats of suicide. Seven, fear of abandonment. Eight, paranoia that is induced by stress (sometimes the individual can become detached from reality. Nine, intense feelings or the constant feeling of emptiness." She said as if she was reading off a piece of paper. "Be honest with me. Does any of that sound like Wally. Because, truthfully, I just met him and I truly think this is him.

Barry remained silent. 'I disappointed him.' Iris had tears brimming her eyes. He beautiful green eyes. She coughed.

The doctor turned slightly to face her. Barry turned his body so that he was in a comfortable position to look at his wife. She raised her head to look the doctor in the eye.

"It sounds exactly like him." She focuses her attention on Barry. "Please don't start an argument right now. You cannot just sit there a pretend that those… Those symptoms don't sound like Wally when they do."

"I was actually going to agree that they sound exactly like Wally." He turns back to the doctor. "I don't know much about mental disorders."

"I could tell. But it's okay. This going to be a learning situation for all three of you. And anyone else involved with Wally. And I am here to help."

'What do I say. Are they calling me insane? They say I got some mental issue. Mentally crazy. Legally. Am I breathing? Oh my god. Can't I breathe? Oh shit. I'm gonna die. Breathe! Help.' I start gasping for air. Uncle Barry is right by my side. He is rubbing circles on my back. I know he's talking, but I can't hear the words. 'Calm down. Calm the fuck down.' I order myself. I finally figure out how to breathe again. I take a deep, greedy breath of air. Then I let it out. I repeat. I can finally hear Uncle Barry telling me to breathe. I nod. I nod again. I notice I must have started to cry when I couldn't breathe.

"You okay Wally?"

All I can think about to say is, "I'm not crazy. Please don't let her call me crazy. I'll behave. I promise." I grab Barry into a hug. I refuse to let him go. I just want to hold him. I just need to hold him.

I hope you enjoyed this. I was going to finish the therapy session, but I think it will be better to leave it here and take it off again in the next chapter. It was getting too long. Well, I hope you enjoyed this. Finally Barry is starting to understand Wally is a little out of this world. REVIEW!