Getting Better

by GeorgeHarrison'sGreaserGirl13

George is anything but normal, no matter how much he thinks differently. He's tried to commit suicide three times and he hears voices in his head. When he is sent to a mental institution, he thinks it's the end. But when he meets Paul with a personality disorder, Ringo with ADHD and OCD, and a misunderstood John, could things finally get better?

3. Chapter 3

Getting Better

Chapter 3: This Boy

George POV

"JOHN! Stop running away!" I yelled as I chased him down the long hall with the doors.

"GO THE FUCK AWAY, GEORGE! I DIDN'T ASK YOU TO COME HERE! I FUCKING HATE YOU! I NEVER WANTED SOMEONE NEW AT OUR TABLE, SOMEONE NEW IN THIS BUILDING, SOMEONE NEW IN MY LIFE! EVERYONE I GET CLOSE TO ALWAYS ENDS UP FUCKING DYING OR DRIFTING AWAY! Just go away from me!" He sobbed and ran up the stairs. He was full-on crying when I saw his face. I thought about what he said for a moment. It made sense he didn't like me. I wasn't going to hold a grudge on him or anything. He lost many people he grew close to and he just didn't want to lose them. I carefully followed him up the stairs.

When I got to the top, I saw John sitting cross legged on the floor, his head in his hands. It reminded me of earlier today when I broke down in front of Paul. I was still embarrassed. I cautiously walked forward and sat next to him. It was silent for a moment.

"Why are you here?" John whispered.

"Well, I was going to leave you alone when you're upset-" I started but was cut off.

"No, why are you here at this fucking mental institution?" he said. I fiddled with my fingers.

"Attempted suicide and I hear voices in my head," I muttered, not wanting to talk about it.

"That's a good reason," He said. "I'm here because people don't like me," He said coldly.

"John, I don't unders-"

"Shut up and listen," He snapped. I nodded my head and crossed my legs. "I was put here because my family hated me. I had a short temper and they thought I didn't belong. I could've killed myself for all they cared. I had no friends. Zero. My neighbourhood was fucking scared of me. No one understood me. I was alone. So they brought me here. I was nine. I'm sixteen now. I didn't know why everyone hated me back then. I was younger.

"When I got here, I didn't know what to do. I met Paul and we became friends. The Ringo came and we were like a trio. We were always together. It took a while though. I'm scared of getting close to someone 'cause I know they're going to go away. My mom and I were finally getting close then she died. My uncle George died. My friend Pete hates me now. I'm scared George," John whispered the last part. My heart broke. I never knew. I felt so bad for judging him earlier.

"John, I can promise you one thing. I promise you that I will never leave. I understand that you're scared. But I assure you that I will never leave you or the others. You can trust me," I said softly. John smiled and gave me a bone-crushing hug. I grinned and hugged him back.

Guise, I know it's super short. I'm so sorry but I'll make the next one longer