Once again, thanks for reviewers, it means a lot.

~Insanity

Last Chapter.

Being left alone, with my mind, is actually quite dangerous.

James awoke later than usual. Looking around, he let out a sigh of relief seeing that Kendall was not in his bed. He still wasn't in the mood to talk.

Getting out of bed, James went through the usual procedures and stood in his bathroom. His reflection stared back at him through the mirror. Taunting him.

He forced himself to look away, brushing his teeth with his eyes on the floor. He wasn't up to facing everyone at breakfast but he told himself that they'd understand. Even though, he knew deep down that nobody did.

He remembered a book he'd read in English once. He couldn't recall what it was called but there was one quote that he felt he could fully relate to.

Running to stand still

That, was exactly how he felt. All the time.

"James, honey." Mama K said to him as he sat down. "Do you want pancakes?"

All eyes were on him and he suddenly felt naked under all of there intense stares. He looked down at his empty plate, maybe they would get the hint.

Mrs Knight cleared her throat purposefully and when James looked up again, they were all pretending to be busy with something else. He rolled his eyes and poured himself a glass of juice.

"Do we need to go to the studio today?" he asked, trying to seem normal. He laughed at himself inwardly. Everybody there knew he wasn't normal.

"Um," Carlos began. "N-no. Gustavo said he… doesn't need us."

Carlos was always a terrible liar.

"So, we can go down to the pool." Logan tried to smile but it faltered. "I-if you want to."

"You don't have t-"

James stood suddenly, his chair flying backwards. Everybody shut up and looked up at him, not knowing what to expect.

He opened his mouth to say something, but found that he couldn't get any words out. He silently shook his head and left the apartment.

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"How do you feel today, James?" Mr. Benet asked him. They were in that hospital-smelling, white room again. But, this time, James didn't hate it.

"Everybody's treating me different." He said, scowling slightly.

The furrowed his brows. "How so?"

"They're stepping around me, acting like I'm fragile and need careful handling."

This morning was infuriating for James. Everybody was walking on eggshells, trying not to upset him. He didn't need that; he didn't want sympathy.

Benet nodded. "Have you considered that they think they're doing what's best for you?"

James didn't understand.

"Your confession must have been a pretty big shock for everyone around you. You may be the one that was hurting initially, but now that it's out in the open, it's affecting you all." He explained.

But, James took it the wrong way. "So, I've just made everyone miserable."

"No, no." Benet shook his head. "It's just that, now they know how you're feeling, they might not see you the same. They'll need some time to take it in. But, more importantly, you need some time to recover."

"But what do I need to recover from?" he asked, exasperatedly.

"Yourself. You need to get rid of your unhealthy thoughts and learn to like yourself."

James nodded, knowing that he was right.

The man smiled a small smile, saying to James before he left. "You did the right thing. A problem shared is a problem solved."

Understanding what Mr. Benet had said, James left the building. He took a deep breath, smiling at nothing in particular. He was going to get better. He was determined.

He was no longer running, he wanted to stand still. And enjoy life.

He was too young to be thinking all of these thoughts. When he was older, he didn't want to look back on his 'glory days' and say he spent them hating himself. He was on the road to recovery and he wasn't alone.

So, not too happy with the ending but I was stuck. Hope you enjoyed this story :)

~Insanity