I really don’t belong here….
I guess I’m over protected.. I’ve got Panic Disorder… But I’m not crazy.
I am
Oh..kay? I never thought someone would just admit that so freely, to be honest…
Dominic Tyler Harris: I really don’t belong here….
This is not my house… I’m not going to…
I wish you all the best, why are you here anyways?
Panic Disorder… why are you here?
paranoid schizophrenia for 10 years now
Ah, I see. Sounds like is sucks, huh?
Dominic Tyler Harris: I really don’t belong here….
Sure sure, whatever… And It’s not safe. No place is safe except my house. And this isn’t my house…
Like it or not, this is your house now.
This is not my house… I’m not going to…
I wish you all the best, why are you here anyways?
Panic Disorder… why are you here?
I really don’t belong here….
Sure sure, whatever… And It’s not safe. No place is safe except my house. And this isn’t my house…
Like it or not, this is your house now.
This is not my house… I’m not going to be here forever, like most of you people… My parents will come back for me in a few days, you’ll see.
That’s what my parents said at one point, but I’m still here, 6 years later.
Well, that’s awful for you, really. But I’ll be different. They’ll come back.
Dominic Tyler Harris: I really don’t belong here….
Most of us don’t.
Yea, well, I just want to leave…
You can’t.
Gee, thanks. You’re awful reassuring. Besides,…
I see… I won’t, that’s why I’m here- they want to make me better- or so they say- and I want to get better. So how’s all this (danfoth) treating you?
Eh, I guess it’s alright… Though I like my home a lot better…
Jesse watched the exchange between the newcomer and the rest of the patients. He slowly flipped open his notebook, took a seat separate from everyone else and began drawing a small, rough drawing of the newcomer. Once he finished he wrote a little note off to the side: Some one that finally has their head screwed on right.
Dominic tried to slip away from the other patients, and he narrowed his eyes on the one who was off in the corner. “You… What are you doing?” He asked, her eyes widening a little. He finally wiggled away from the useless conversations after a few more minutes. Was that guy watching him? Oh, he hoped not. He couldn’t wait until his parents came to save him from this hell. He inserted his hands in his pockets, before walking over there quickly. He had to investigate, or it might have sent him into one of his frequent panic attacks.
I really don’t belong here….
Most of us don’t.
Yea, well, I just want to leave…
You can’t.
Gee, thanks. You’re awful reassuring. Besides, what do you know…?
If you’re not mad then why are you here?
I don’t know. My parents sent me here for having Panic Disorder, I guess… Why are you here? Are you insane like almost everyone else?
Well I don’t think I am, I have kleptomania, which if you don’t know, is a compulsion to steal things. My mum suggested I come here.
You steal things? Are you going to steal anything of mine? Oh, please don’t… Please don’t take anything of mine.
Sorry… I tend to get a little, well, overly panicked. Hence, the Panic Disorder diagnosis..?
I really don’t belong here….
You all may belong here, but sorry, not me… I’m not crazy…
Then what are you?
Misunderstood?
Caught in the wrong moment?
I guess I’m over protected.. I’ve got Panic Disorder… But I’m not crazy.
I really don’t belong here….
Sure sure, whatever… And It’s not safe. No place is safe except my house. And this isn’t my house…
Like it or not, this is your house now.
This is not my house… I’m not going to be here forever, like most of you people… My parents will come back for me in a few days, you’ll see.
I really don’t belong here….
Most of us don’t.
Yea, well, I just want to leave…
You can’t.
Gee, thanks. You’re awful reassuring. Besides, what do you know…?
I don’t know. My parents sent me here for having Panic Disorder, I guess… Why are you here? Are you insane like almost everyone else?
