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Title: Well Adjusted
Author: me (billysgothgirl)
Rating: Pg:13 … maybe R in the future.
Pairing: Billy/Benji
Disclaimer: If I really could claim any ownership to Benji or Billy do you think I’d be sitting around on my computer all day… in other words nothing is REAL!!!
Summary: We all get a little crazy sometimes…
*XX Posted*
Chapter 1
Crazy. It’s such an awful word. One that brings to mind images of serial killers gutting their victims with a crazy gleam in their eyes. Or that old widow down the street with her 12 cats, that stopped showering after her husband died in the war. 15 years ago…
I never thought that I’d be crazy.
Again… I hate that word.
Let’s just say that, I have issues. Like my mother likes to say when the neighbors complain about my loud “devil” music. Or when the old couples gawk at me when she drags me to church kicking and screaming.
She never wants to admit that there’s something wrong with me. That there is something she can’t pray away when she goes to the pastors’ rickety old house for bible study.
She likes to believe that everything happening to me can be solved if I just come back to the church.
With my mom everything is about the church. The church was there when my dad left her for another woman. The church was there when grandma died. And the church will be there when I stop with all this nonsense. When I can be normal again like the other kids.
I get enough of that at school thanks.
“Now are you sure you didn’t forget anything dear?”
I refuse to respond choosing instead to close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. She might leave me alone if she thinks I’m sleeping.
Not that anyone could sleep in the cramped back seat of my stepfather’s car. The seats are stiff, and uncomfortable made with poor defenseless cows. It makes me ill to think about the cow that had to die, so that my stepfather could feel superior in his sleek black BMW.
I bite my tongue hard enough to draw blood as I feel the car slowing to a stop.
I’m going to have to open my eyes sometime soon but the darkness is so much nicer than reality.
Maybe if I keep my eyes closed I can pretend that this isn’t really happening. That I’m still at home in bed with my cat Sammy. That I’m not being left to die at this stupid place. This place that is going to fix me… I’m sure.
I’m drawn out of my rant as the smell of fresh cut grass invades my nostrils.
I crack an eye and see Mom and Bob talking in hushed voices around the front of the car.
I reach for the door handle before remembering that they put on the child safety locks on again. I guess I scared them when dove out of the back seat about a block from the house.
Mom had never been so embarrassed. It took both of them to drag me back into the car. I was proud of my self since I’m not even half bob size. Well, I take that back I am taller than him… but I’m still as scrawny as ever.
The best part was the look on mom’s face when the neighbors started coming out to see what all the commotion was about.
“Billy…”
I am met with the cold gray eyes of my stepfather Bob. He looks more like my brother than my “new” dad with his floppy blonde hair , and Abercrombie and Fitch attire.
He’s the one who said that this was the answer to all my problems. God do I hate him.
I consider making another daring escape but one look at the tall brick walls and I think better of it.
I glare up at my mother with a look that causes her to take a step back.
And survey the crumbling white building. It kind of reminds me of a prison with the bars on the windows. A shinny new white and blue sign arches across the doorway trying to distract you from the condition of the building.
St. Andrews psychiatric Hospital.
Welcome to hell.
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A.N. This is my first story in a long time so I’m still a little rusty! Thank you for reading this far. & please leave me a comment and let me know what you think!! (I’m testing a new style… so any suggestions are welcome!)
Sorry that it’s on the short side… Lots more to come!!!!
♥ ♥ Billysgothgirl ♥ ♥
Author: me (billysgothgirl)
Rating: Pg:13 … maybe R in the future.
Pairing: Billy/Benji
Disclaimer: If I really could claim any ownership to Benji or Billy do you think I’d be sitting around on my computer all day… in other words nothing is REAL!!!
Summary: We all get a little crazy sometimes…
*XX Posted*
Chapter 1
Crazy. It’s such an awful word. One that brings to mind images of serial killers gutting their victims with a crazy gleam in their eyes. Or that old widow down the street with her 12 cats, that stopped showering after her husband died in the war. 15 years ago…
I never thought that I’d be crazy.
Again… I hate that word.
Let’s just say that, I have issues. Like my mother likes to say when the neighbors complain about my loud “devil” music. Or when the old couples gawk at me when she drags me to church kicking and screaming.
She never wants to admit that there’s something wrong with me. That there is something she can’t pray away when she goes to the pastors’ rickety old house for bible study.
She likes to believe that everything happening to me can be solved if I just come back to the church.
With my mom everything is about the church. The church was there when my dad left her for another woman. The church was there when grandma died. And the church will be there when I stop with all this nonsense. When I can be normal again like the other kids.
I get enough of that at school thanks.
“Now are you sure you didn’t forget anything dear?”
I refuse to respond choosing instead to close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. She might leave me alone if she thinks I’m sleeping.
Not that anyone could sleep in the cramped back seat of my stepfather’s car. The seats are stiff, and uncomfortable made with poor defenseless cows. It makes me ill to think about the cow that had to die, so that my stepfather could feel superior in his sleek black BMW.
I bite my tongue hard enough to draw blood as I feel the car slowing to a stop.
I’m going to have to open my eyes sometime soon but the darkness is so much nicer than reality.
Maybe if I keep my eyes closed I can pretend that this isn’t really happening. That I’m still at home in bed with my cat Sammy. That I’m not being left to die at this stupid place. This place that is going to fix me… I’m sure.
I’m drawn out of my rant as the smell of fresh cut grass invades my nostrils.
I crack an eye and see Mom and Bob talking in hushed voices around the front of the car.
I reach for the door handle before remembering that they put on the child safety locks on again. I guess I scared them when dove out of the back seat about a block from the house.
Mom had never been so embarrassed. It took both of them to drag me back into the car. I was proud of my self since I’m not even half bob size. Well, I take that back I am taller than him… but I’m still as scrawny as ever.
The best part was the look on mom’s face when the neighbors started coming out to see what all the commotion was about.
“Billy…”
I am met with the cold gray eyes of my stepfather Bob. He looks more like my brother than my “new” dad with his floppy blonde hair , and Abercrombie and Fitch attire.
He’s the one who said that this was the answer to all my problems. God do I hate him.
I consider making another daring escape but one look at the tall brick walls and I think better of it.
I glare up at my mother with a look that causes her to take a step back.
And survey the crumbling white building. It kind of reminds me of a prison with the bars on the windows. A shinny new white and blue sign arches across the doorway trying to distract you from the condition of the building.
St. Andrews psychiatric Hospital.
Welcome to hell.
*****************************************************************************
A.N. This is my first story in a long time so I’m still a little rusty! Thank you for reading this far. & please leave me a comment and let me know what you think!! (I’m testing a new style… so any suggestions are welcome!)
Sorry that it’s on the short side… Lots more to come!!!!
♥ ♥ Billysgothgirl ♥ ♥