Townsville High
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Chapter 19 - Psychotic love, psychotic mind.
Last Chapter - Boomer woke up, only to learn that Bubbles hadn't. Blossom ran away because she couldn't take the stress. &Buttercup let her walls come down.
His conscience was eating away at him. Boomer knew it was his fault. He had been paying so much attention to her angelic face, that he didn't notice the car coming right for them. He just wanted to know her answer, if she had feelings for him. He put her life at risk, all because he wanted an answer.
How could he ever forget this? If she..didn't wake up, he would always blame himself. Brick told him not to, but he would. Then again what did Brick know? He blamed himself at one point too. What Boomer didn't realise what no one was to blame, but his mind was speaking differently.
The doctor told him to rest, but he had to see her. He had to apologize and tell her how he felt, even if she wasn't awake to hear it. He slowly made his way over to her room, pacing his feet. When he opened the door, he felt like his whole word was collapsing.
There she was, looking like a sleeping angel. His angel. She had the smallest smile on her face, it was unnoticeable but Boomer could see it. She looked like she was happy to be unconscious, so she didn't have to deal with the drama coming from outside her room.
"Oh, Bubbles." He said taking a seat beside her on her bed. She stroked her soft blonde hair and frowned. His heart was racing as he looked at the monitor and tubes that were keeping her alive. It was all his fault..his fault..all of it..that was all he could think about right now.
"I'm so sorry." He cried. "I should have paid attention to the road. I should have been keeping you safe. Now you're lucky if you survive the week and it's all my fault."
Boomer flinched at the coldness of her face as his finger brushed past her cheek. He wanted to cry, and scream, and hurt himself for this. Boomer tucked a stand of blonde hair behind her ear and moved his hand down to hers, clasping it in his.
"I'll always blame myself for this, and I can't stress how sorry I am. Is it selfish that all I can seem to think about was what you were about to say before the accident? I guess it is. I just wish that you'll wake up and tell me you do have feelings for me. I'm a horrible person, and I don't even deserve you. So, if you wake up you don't even need to answer the question, because I don't deserve to know the answer." Boomer felt a tear roll down his cheek and land on the floor.
He stood up from the bed and looked down on her. Even with all of the tubes and stitches, she was still the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen. Nothing could change that. He slowly bent down and put a hand on her forehead, he kissed her cheek and let go of her hand. Within seconds he was gone.
Boomer returned to his room and sat on his bed. He slowly banged the back of his head off the wall, then got faster until his head was spinning and his eyes were blurry. Nothing would ever be enough, no pain would ever be enough to make him feel better about what he had done.
He lay down and closed his eyes, and prayed for a miracle.
Blossom Utonium was once called a coward. She wasn't. She's never been a coward, or even close, until the day she ran and didn't look back. Blossom knew she couldn't handle the stress anymore and took off, leaving behind everyone she loved. She was worried that Brick wouldn't be able to be strong without her, but she wasn't helping anyone with her negative energy.
She sat on a park bench near the train station, looking out into the world. Her eyes dawned on the sun. Usually when she looked out into the sun, she had a scence that everything was good and safe, but today she just had the feeling of numbness and emptiness.
Her eyes cringed at the brightness of the sun. She stood up and just looked around, getting used to her surroundings. Her phone buzzed in the pocket of her blue jeans. She pulled her phone out and read the text she had just received.
Hi, Bloss. I don't know where you are but I hope you're okay. Boomer is awake, but there's no news on Bubbles. Listen, Brick misses you a lot, just remember when you do decide to come back we'll all be here for you, honey. Maxine. Xoxo
Blossom smiled at the text, happy that everyone was keeping a brave face and that Boomer was awake and well. Then she frowned as she re-read the part where Bubbles was the same as when she left. She put her phone away and looked back up at the sun, remembering all the feelings it once gave her.
"Blossom?" The red-head spun around to see a familiar looking face.
"What is Blossom Utonium doing back in Citysville?" The girl smiled.
Yes, Blossom ran away. She ran all the way back to Citysville, to her old home. She realised that ever since they moved back to Townsville, life had gotten better only to get worse, so she came back here to get away from it all. Although she didn't expect to run into anyone she knew, but she did.
"Sky." Blossom grinned and ran over to hug her ex best friend. Skylar Anderson. This was a tall and thin girl, with curly dark blue hair and sparkling turquoise eyes. Just seeing her reminded her of Bubbles.
"I'll ask again, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in Townsville?" Sky asked, breaking their hug. Blossom frowned, remembering the reason she was here. Blossom took a deep breath, and Sky instantly knew something was wrong.
"Bubbles is in hospital."
Sky gasped. "What!? Why?" Her and Bubbles were very close before they moved back to Townsville. They shared everything, clothes, secrets and pretty much anything they could. You could even say they were best friends, then again Sky was all of their best friends.
"She was in a car crash. Some part of me knows that she'll be okay, but being around it all made me think she might not, so I ran. I came here to get away from all of it." Blossom said, forcing herself not to cry. Skylar frowned.
"Blossom, I'm sure everything will be fine, but I understand why you came back here."
"Can I stay with you? Just for a few days until the worst part is over." Blossom asked. Sky smiled and nodded. She was glad to have her friend back, even under the circumstances.
"Of course, Bloss. You can tell me all the wonderful stories about going back to Townsville. Let me guess, you have a fantastic boyfriend?" Sky grinned, knowing that Blossom could get any guy she set her mind on.
"Yeah, I do." Blossom smiled happily.
Brick knocked on Brody's door. He was going to go back to the hospital later, but everyone decided Boomer needed his space and he didn't need them hanging around, so they all decided to go home for a while. Brick couldn't stay at his anymore, he was sick of just sitting around and doing nothing, so he decided to go see Brody and Maxine for a bit.
He heard Brody shout 'Come in.' on the other side of the door. Brick opened the door and looked around. He walked into Brody's room and saw Maxine asleep on the bed, and Brody holding a lot of girls clothes.
"Pink isn't your colour, dude." Brick said, eyeing the pink shirt in Brody's hand. Brody chuckled and hung the clothes up in his wardrobe before turning back to his friend.
"We didn't say anything because of Boomer and Bubbles being in hospital, but I asked Max to move in with me, and she said yes." Brick grinned, knowing that his best friend was happy. He knew it would be hard to live with Mellisa after finding out that she wasn't her mother, so he was on-board with the idea.
"Yeah, and I expect you to make me breakfast every morning, so get to it." Maxine groaned as she tossed in the bed. Brick and Brody chuckled before Brody went to go make breakfast. Brick walked over and sat beside her on the bed.
"Morning, Maxy." He said. Maxine cringed at the name, it was always Brett's nick-name for her. Brick had never known that she dated him so he didn't know that he used to call her that, so he couldn't be blamed.
"How you feeling?" Maxine asked as she sat up in the bed.
"Better." Brick replied. "I just miss Blossom."
Maxine nodded in understanding and put her arm around his shoulder. "She'll come back at some point." Brick knew this was true, he just hated not knowing when it was going to happen.
"Get some more rest, Max. I'll wake you up when breakfast is ready." He said. Maxine smiled and kissed him on the cheek before lying back down. She turned her head as she watched him walk away.
"I love you, best friend. Blossom does too." Maxine smiled.
Brick smiled back. "I know." He walked into the kitchen were he found Brody making eggs. Brick sat down at Brody's kitchen table and put his hand under his chin.
"You know, Max couldn't be luckier to have you." Brick said.
Brody smiled but didn't turn around. "Yeah, and Blossom's lucky to have you. We all are."
"Boomer is in love with Bubbles." That made Brody turn around. He furrowed his brows and tilted his head, confused by his statement. No one really knew about Boomer's feelings, or Bubbles' for that matter. Brody crossed his arms and raised a brow.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Brick replied. "He hasn't said it yet, but I know my brother, and he's crazy about her. She likes him too. We spoke yesterday before the accident, and I know she likes him, and Ty. She just doesn't know which one she wants yet."
Brody smiled. "I think you know, though. You seem to know everything, Jojo." Brick chuckled.
"I'm worried that he's going to blame himself. After all, love makes people do crazy things, and Boomer's not in his right mind right now." Brick said before sighing.
"Love does make people do crazy things, Brick, but that's what it's supposed to do." Brick nodded. Brody turned back to cooking and the silence took over.
Little did the boys know, that a certain someone had come to visit his sister, and heard the whole conversation. Tyler stood perfectly still outside the kitchen door, and sighed. The first girl he had ever fallen for, the girl that stopped him from being a heartless player, liked someone else.
Now he was about to prove, love really did make people do crazy things.
Butch had just received a call from Dr Russell. He feared the worst and ran as fast as he could to the hospital. A millions thoughts ran through his head. Is Boomer okay? Did Bubbles wake up? Did someone die? What is going on!?
As soon as she reached the hospital he pushed the double doors open and kept running until he got the sensation that he couldn't stop. He saw Dr Russell in the waiting area and ran over to him.
"Doctor, what's wrong?" He panted as he finally came to a halt.
"Butch, we need to talk about something rather important concerning your brother. I couldn't get a hold of Brick, so I trust you will tell him later. Come to my office so we can chat." Dr Russell began walking to his office. Butch slowly made his way over, he was worried.
Dr Russell motioned for Butch to take a seat. He sat down in front of the doctors desk. For a doctor his office wasn't very fancy, but Butch didn't seem to notice. He was too worried about his brother to notice anything.
"Is Boomer okay?"
"Psychically, yes. Mentally, no. Boomer has been under a great amount of stress, and paired with his mind blaming him for Miss Utonium's condition is making him..let's say worse." Dr Russell said carefully.
"Are you saying my brother is crazy?" Butch asked skeptically.
"Not at all, Mr Jojo. What I'm saying is that he is suffering from something a lot worse than any of us could have expected. If Miss Utonium doesn't start to get better soon, I fear for his sanity. There's a very small chance that he will go insane, but if she doesn't wake up..Boomer's life is going to change drastically."
Butch couldn't believe what he was hearing. Boomer was literally turning insane because of this. How could this happen? He was fine. Then it all started to make sence, he blamed himself for her condition, if she didn't wake up he would blame himself for her death..who woulnd't go insane after that?
"Do whatever you have to do, Doc. Pills, physiatrists, anything! Just make him well again." Butch said looking away. Dr Russell nodded at Butch.
"It's not necessary yet but, If I were you, I'd pray that Bubbles wakes up, because if she doesn't all of your lives are going to change in more ways that you thought."
Butch shut his eyes tightly and prayed to god that Bubbles would just live, and all of this would be over.
"How is she, Dr?" Tyler-Jay asked. He hadn't slept since he got here. He couldn't sleep. Even after finding out about her liking Boomer, he still had some hope that everything would blow over, and they would still be together when she woke up.
Dr Russell frowned. "Her condition is getting worse. All I know for sure is, she has experienced a mild amount of trauma to the head, and the blood loss is making her body too weak to survive on its own. We'll run some more test, and do everything we can, but right now there's very little chance for her."
Tyler look everything in, all the Doctor had said. It was like someone was ripping his heart, and then putting it back in just to rip it out again. Every part of his body hurt, and his mind was hitting 90 just thinking of what could happen.
"Can I see her?" Tyler asked.
"Of course."
Tyler shakily made his way into her room. He sat down beside her and watched as her body moved up and down. It was so slow and unpaced, like she was breathing but not at the same time. It was horrific. Tyler still kept a brave face though.
"Hey, pretty girl." Tyler held her hand with both of his. He wanted so desperately for Bubbles to say 'Hi, handsome boy.' like she always did when he called her that, but he knew she couldn't. He had some hope that she could hear him though, so he spoke to her.
"I know you like him." Tyler said, eyeing her with slight anger, which faded as soon as it came. "I know he likes you too, but I also know somewhere in that huge heart of yours, you still like me too. Feelings are tricky, I can't blame you for liking him. So, I'll understand if you want to be with him if you wake up. I'll always like..I'll always love you, Bubbles."
He laughed bitterly. "My first time saying it and you can't even hear or respond. Crazy right? Well I wish I told you as soon as I realised it, but I guess it'll make it easier if you decide you're in love with Boomer and not me. I'm scared to let you go, love. I don't know what I would do without you."
He leaned over and placed a small kiss on her lips. His hand came to her face and her held her so tenderly. Tyler frowned and took a breath, trying to remain calm.
"Please wake up, Bubbles." He pleaded. "I don't care if you don't want to be with me anymore, I just need you. I need you, Bubbles. You. No one else. Please, just wake up and smile and be happy, cause that's all that will make me happy. Just wake up..please just wake up!" He sobbed.
He felt hot burning tears run down his face. "Please." He whispered.
Butch needed to see her. He just needed to talk to her, and get everything out. Buttercup was always there when he needed it, and now that she cried in front of him, she felt like she could tell him anything. He opened her door, knowing she always left it open, and walked inside.
He saw Buttercup sitting on the couch. She had a bottle of whiskey in hand, and was downing it like water. Her cheeks were stained with tears, and the living room was a mess. She was surrounded by pictures of Bubbles, tissues, cigarette packets and bottles, some empty some not.
Butch walked over and sat beside her on the couch. She turned her head and looked into his emerald eyes with her lifeless and empty ones. Butch put a hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner.
"You know drinking isn't the answer." He joked.
"Oh, shut the fuck up and take the bottle." She rolled her eyes and passed him the half empty bottle of Whiskey. Butch took a long swig, letting the burning liquid slide down his throat. He was used to the feeling, and it didn't burn as much as it used to. For Buttercup it didn't burn at all.
"I thought you quit smoking." Butch asked as he watched Buttercup light a cigarette. He remembered that one night they stayed up all night talking, and she told him that she quit smoking when she first turned sixteen.
"Old habits die hard." Buttercup replied as she took a long drag. Butch nodded, understanding it fully, he had tried to stop so many times too. It wasn't very easy.
"Pass one then, will ya?" Buttercup smiled and tossed him one. She watched with a raised eyebrow as he lit it up, and took one of the longest drags she had ever seen.
She frowned. "What's wrong with you, dude?" Her voice sounded weak as the alcohol began to take affect, successfully getting her mind off of Bubbles for a second. Butch sighed and looked away.
"Boomer. He's having some sort of break down. He's mental, Buttercup. My brother is turning insane." Butch said before sighing and taking another drag. Buttercup gasped and put her hand on his shoulder, hoping it would help.
"I'm sorry, Butch."
Butch shook his head. "Nothing to be sorry about. People have problems, they get help, they're better. Boomer won't be this way forever. It's just an assumption, he could be fine anyway. So, why don't we drink, dance and smile, just like Blondie would want us too." Butch smiled.
Buttercup smiled back. "Yeah."
He listened to the song that was playing. It described both of their situation's perfectly. It was such a touching and beautiful song. Butch turned to Buttercup and raised a brow.
"What song is this?" He asked.
"It's called Hold, and it's by Superchick." Buttercup paused. "It's Bubbles' favourite song, so I thought if I listened to it, it would feel like she was in the room with me. Sounds stupid, right?"
"Not at all." He smiled. Butch stubbed the remains of his cigarette out as did Buttercup.
"We used to listen to this when we lived in Citysville. She told me it made her feel like she could overcome anything. When I listen to it..it just reminds me that at the end of the day, I have no one that will help me find my way." Buttercup said, before grabbing the bottle and taking another drink.
"I've never seen this side of you, Buttercup. It's weird. You're the strongest girl I know, and it freaks the hell out of me to see you like this." Butch said, showing another side of him aswell. Buttercup just looked at him and smiled.
"Shut up, I didn't act like this until you strolled back into my life. I don't fucking know, it's like when I'm with you my wall comes down. I don't like it, but whatever." She shrugged.
Butch stood up and held his hand out towards her. Buttercup furrowed her brows as she looked at his hand. She looked up at him and tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"For once, can we just forget everything that's going on and have fun. You know it's what Bubbles would want, so come on, dance with me, crazy girl." He smirked. Buttercup laughed and took his hand, letting him pull her up from her comfortable seat on the couch.
As soon as she was up, Butch brought her hand up and spun her around. He started dancing in the funny way that made Buttercup smile whenever she saw it. She danced too, letting the words of the song overcome her, and for once she felt like there was someone to help her find her way.
"You really can't dance." Buttercup laughed.
"I actually can, I just dance like an idiot because it makes you smile." He smiled at her and started dancing even funnier than before. Buttercup laughed again, uncontrollably.
"You just love making me smile, don't you, Butchy boy." She said, remembering his words when he told her why he let her win the fight. Butch nodded and twirled her around again. He pulled her body into his and dipped her.
She looked up at him and grinned, for once forgetting that their world was collapsing around them. She felt like she could do anything with Butch around, she could overcome every obstical.
"You're a fucking mess." Butch laughed.
Buttercup scoffed. "Thanks, that's a brilliant thing to say, Butch."
"I mean, you think drinking and bringing up old habits are going to help you get through this. It won't, believe me I used to think that too." Butch said, still dipping her.
"You said that you saw a new side to me, that I changed, well look at you now. You used to be reckless, careless and a bastard. Now you're talking to me like I matter to you, that this fucked up world matters. Mabey you need to stop pretending that everything will be okay, and just turn back into the asshole you used to be." Buttercup said giving him a dirty look.
Butch's face reminded blank. "No."
"Why the hell not!?" She screamed up at him.
"Because you didn't like me back then, did you?" He replied, his facial expression not changing. Buttercup looked into his eyes, noticing how he tried not to show emotion, but it was creeping out. He really changed..for her? Buttercup didn't want to believe that. In a wierd way she prefered him before, he was just like her, now he's turned into a caring and wonderful friend, who could have guessed that would happen?
"I liked you before this, Butch, I just wasn't friends with you. You didn't have to change. Neither of us did." Buttercup said, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.
"I'm still the same person, I just have feelings now, and you do too." Butch replied.
Buttercup laughed bitterly and shook her head. "No, I don't."
"Yes, you do."
"I don't!"
"Then tell me you don't feel anything when I do this.." Butch said before leaning down. Buttercup's eyes widened, and she pushed her head back away from him.
"Wow, what are you doing!?" She screamed. Butch seized her lips with his, and kissed her with as much passion as he could. He felt her slowly kiss back as her eyes closed. Butch felt like he was floating, it was the perfect moment. He felt Buttercup sharply pull away and break from his arms, giving him a cold look.
"No." He raised his eyebrow. "No..I didn't feel anything when you did that. Now the get the hell out!"
Butch frowned realising she wasn't amused. "You kissed back."
"I was caught up in the freaking moment, Butch! I don't like you that way, okay! I thought we were friends!" She screamed in his face, making him flinch.
"We are friends!" He shot back.
"Then why did you do that!? When you kissed me a couple months ago I told you never to do it again, so why did you kiss me, Butch!" She asked, more like yelled. Butch crossed his arms and sighed before looking her in the eye and walking over to her.
"Because I wanted to prove that you do have feelings. Which you do. You told me you don't believe in love? Bullshit. I think you believe in it, but don't want everyone to know that the all mighty Buttercup Utonium has feelings just like everyone else!" He screamed.
Buttercup groaned. "STOP TALKING!"
"MAKE ME!"
Suddenly they clashed and were rolling about the floor. Buttercup growled and punched him in the face repeatedly, causing him to wince and kick her all the way to the other side of the wall. She ran over to him as he stood up and she grabbed him by the hair before slamming his head against the wall, painfully.
Butch grabbed her wrists and threw her to the end of the room. She didn't get up, her eyes were closed and she was perfectly still. Butch ran over but noticed her trick when she grabbed him and attacked him again.
"Why can't you just stay out of my fucking life!?" Buttercup shrieked. She continued to punch him everywhere she could. He suddenly stopped fighting back and looked up at her.
"Why can't you just stop being a fucking drama queen and admit that you like me!?" He shot back. His hands grabbed her and spun them around so he was placed firmly on top of her. She grimaced, not liking his question.
"I can't see why I ever became friends with you, you absoloute..you.." She stopped talking, unable to find the right word. Butch looked down at her and sighed before getting off of her. He offered her his hand.
"We shouldn't be fighting. This whole night was for Bubbles, and we've ruined it by arguing. Can we just talk like normal? Forget that I kissed you again. Just..start over?" He asked. Buttercup gave him a skeptical look before giving in and taking his hand again, letting him lift her up.
They sat back on the couch and changed the song to something less depressing and more dancey. Buttercup grabbed two bottles and passed one to Butch, before lighting up another cigarette to calm herself down.
"This is our friendship, Butch. Beating and yelling. Kissing and screaming. It's too fucked up for words. I guess that's what we get for being counterparts and best friends." Buttercup sighed as she took a drink.
Butch smiled. "I'm your best friend?"
"Of course you are, you bloody idiot!" Buttercup laughed.
This was their friendship. Fights. Arguments. Sudden kisses. Unresolved anger and emotion. This was their friendship, but it seemed to work for them. After all, it was always a love/hate relationship, and they were pretty happy with it.
If only feelings would stop getting in the way..
Blossom sat in Sky's bed, watching some teenage drama show. It seemed like her life was turning into this show, with all the love triangles, breakups, makeups and car accidents. She hated that moving back to Townsville had turned her perfect life into a drama filled misery.
Being back here made her feel better. She could imagine that she had never left, and none of this had happened. She was happier there and didn't want to leave at all.
Sky walked in and handed Blossom some of her bright blue pyjamas. Blossom smiled in gratitude and walked to the bathroom to put them on. Sky spoke before she could.
"Blossy." She turned around. "I know running away is she best thing for you right now, but you'll need to face the music soon. Your friends need you, so just remember that you can't stay here forever."
Blossom nodded. "Skylar, I know that. I just need some time. Plus, it's been great being back here, I missed it. When I'm here it just feels like nothing changed, and everything's going to be okay." Blossom spoke. Sky nodded, understanding what she said.
"You can't run away forever, but for the record I love having you back here. Just remember what's important."Sky said. She did love having her friend back, she just hoped that Blossom wouldn't get too comfortable and forget that she had a whole other life back home.
Blossom grinned before walking to the bathroom to get dressed for bed.
Boomer had been sitting in Bubbles' room for about an hour, watching her closely. He had no idea that the doctors thought he was going crazy, he wasn't told by anyone. Even if he was told he wouldn't believe it, he was perfectly sane. He was just upset, and that makes him seem worse than he is.
He just needed her to wake up soon. Boomer had been sitting here for an hour and hadn't said a single word, so he decided to speak to her again, just to get some sence that she was here and awake with him.
"So, I talked to the doctor today. He said you're not getting worse, which is good I guess. I just need you to get better now, I know you can do that for me. Then you can wake up and tell me what you were going to say in the car, and if it's what I want to hear, we can be together and be happy." Boomer smiled.
He held her hand and looked down at the ground.
"Because..I love you Bubbles." He had finally admitted it, just three hours after Tyler had. He thought it would be hard to say, but it was the easiest thing he had ever said before. Saying it felt right, and he knew he meant it. It might have taken Brick to make him realise it, but he did.
He sighed and fixed his stare on the ground, wishing that she could hear him, and could answer him. Mabey she could, mabey it would all be okay? He started to think about how she could be fine and could wake up at any time..like right now mabey?
"I love you too."
Boomer gasped as he saw Bubbles, awake and more importantly, alive. She looked perfect. Angelic even. Boomer grinned and grasped her hand tighter, hoping he wasn't about to start crying.
"You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that." He said.
Bubbles smiled. "You have no idea how happy I am having said it." Boomer felt her hold his hand tight, and he couldn't stop smiling, it was starting to hurt his face.
"Are you okay? I mean, do you need anything?" Boomer asked, just so happy to be speaking to her and getting an answer.
"Water." She said weakly. Boomer nodded before running out and grabbing a bottle of water. He poured it into a plastic cup so it would be easier for her to drink and put the empty bottle in the trash. He walked back to her room. He grinned as he walked back in, but his smile soon faded.
She was..not awake. Had she went to sleep? Or had something happened!? Boomer felt his heart pounding through his chest as he dropped the cup, sending the water falling in a puddle on the floor.
"Boomer." Dr Russell appeared at the door.
"What happened!? She was just awake, and now she's asleep again? Is she okay?" He asked. Boomer suddenly felt nervous as he saw Dr Russell sigh and shake his head.
"She is just as she was earlier, I'm afraid that it's you that isn't okay. Boomer, she never did wake up, you just imagined that she did."
Boomer gapsed, not wanting to believe it. No. This had to be a dream, or he had to be wrong. She was fine..she was fine! Boomer shook his head fiercely at the doctor.
"No..she was awake. She spoke to me. She touched my hand! Dr, she was awake!" Boomer screamed in desperation.
"Mr Jojo, it appears that you're having a nervous breakdown. You're seeing things that aren't there, and you're hearing only the things you want to hear. You have a serious condition and we need to get you the treatment you need."
It hit him. She didn't really wake up. He looked over at her, and seen her just as she was before. How could this be? He couldn't be going crazy! Boomer didn't want to believe any of this, so he didn't.
"I'm not crazy. I was just tired, so I thought she was there when she wasn't. That's all. I'm not crazy! I'm not, dammit!" Boomer yelled before running back to his room. He sat on his bed and cried all night. He couldn't believe he imagined it, and she wasn't awake..and people thought he was crazy.
After all, he wasn't going insane..right?
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Well, love is insanity. The ancient Greeks knew that. It is the taking over of a rational and lucid mind by delusion and self-destruction. You lose yourself, you have no power over yourself, you can't even think straight." - Marilyn French.
There you have it! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!
Next Chapter - Boomer refuses to believe his mental state, so he stops taking his medication, only making things worse. No one can seem to get a hold of Blossom. Butch and Buttercup spend the day together &Tyler visits Boomer and things get ugly.
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Allie Peirce
