Mentally Stuck ➳ H.S.

It's been two years since I last saw her wicked smile as she enjoyed hearing our cries for sanity in the awful place. She had set up a doll house and we were the dolls. I've spent these last two years trying to come to the conclusion that I'm not mentally unstable and the only reason I have not is the boy sitting right in front of me. His emerald green orbs starring in to mine trying to figure out what's on in my mess of a brain. But it is what it is right? Are you ready to know what happened over these last two years and what else is left to come? Because trust me life isn't for everyone and I think I'm one of those people.
*Sequel to Trapped*
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4. Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Mac's P.O.V

"It was pretty great not being able to recongnize myself. My once brown hair was now bleach blonde. Over the days I also managed to get some tattoo's. I have a half sleeve on my left arm and some on my right. The new forgein things on my body distracted me from the bags underneath my eyes. Also from the fact that Harry could actually find me. I'm still lost. My mom and dad agreed to come visit me without saying a word to Harry. They should be here any minute. I wonder f they'll look at with crazed eyes. Probably I mean everybody did because they all thought I was mentally unstable and I honestly was I mean I couldn't even convince myself I was stable." I wrote down in my journel. 

*Ding Ding* I opened the door to find my parents and a man I didn't know. I smiled and hugged my mom and dad. I introduced myself to the man I didn't know.

"So honey are you okay? You've got pretty big bags underneath your eyes." She breathed.

"Oh for god sake's Marie just get to the point." My dad shouted.

"What's going on?" I questioned confused.

"Honey were worried about you." My mom said as she pointed to the cuts on my wrist. I hurriedly pulled my shirt over them.

"So what the fuck are you trying to say? Let me guess you think I'm crazy to? Don't you?" I screamed anger boiling inside me. All I could hear were the whispers in my head.

"See everyone thinks you're crazy"

"Psychotic bitch"

"You're a failure"

"It's all your fault"

I felt myself grabbed my hair as I screamed. I grabbed everything in my reach throwing a glass vase making it shatter into pieces. I couldn't hear my own thoughts over the whispers in my head. I didn't know I was crying till I rubbed my face in my hands.I fell to my knees and pulled on my hair screaming at the voices to get out of my head.

"Everyone be calm and just slowing detain her." The guy I didn't know said.

I felt hands grabbing my feet and arms. I started freaking out trying to get loose of their grips. I felt my hand slip up and punch someone. I looked up to see my moms nose bleeding. I didn't know what to feel.

"Guys we need help!" The guy shouted. A few guys walked in I didn't know as they my dad and the guy hold me down. 

I felt something sharp insert into my neck as I struggled against them.

Before I knew it everything was black.

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