ꜱᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ
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𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬. *😊 ( rubbing at his eyes. )

They’re mean to me jus’ like my mother was, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫. And it’s always when you’re not around. 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬. ( he couldn’t see it happening, something was going to upset him, something was going to make the switch in his head flip. )

I don’t think I’ll be able to talk to you next session. . .i heard the nurses and doctors talking about starting me on those meds again anyway. ( this only upsets him more, now sitting in the corner of the room and hugging his knees to his chest. ) Doesn’t matter.

𝐘𝐞𝐬. But they’re constantly, 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 saying shit about you within an earshot and it’s 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟. they want me back on those meds, and for you to give up so I live like a zombie for the rest of my life. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭.

( he clenches his fists, almost to the point they bled, jaw clenched and breathing heavy through his nose. ) i’mtrying.

𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈’𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 .ᐟ ( slamming his fists on the table )

He’ll live. 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞. ( sounding rather disappointed that he’ll live, though this will get him closer to being put back on meds that made his therapists job harder )

it’s 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 .ᐟ they will 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 speak about you 𝐨𝐫 anyone 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 .ᐟ ( holding a severed tongue between his teeth, spitting it on the table. )

maybe, I don’t take lightly to people shit talking you. Nooneshittalksyouever




