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I was promised dinner the next night at my favorite restaurant as a "Get Well Soon" sort of outing while my dad was gone for a game of golf. The next day I wound up in the emergency room. They really wanted me to go in, but I fought hard against the idea because I wanted to go out for dinner with my family and I wanted to be with my friends. I won the battle after seven hours, but in the end when I got home, it was like not a single one of my friends cared. Only an earlier miscommunication was explained before I found out that I'd be coming home to stiff silence. We didn't go out to dinner either.

Hurt and feeling evermore alone, I've trudged on through the next week finding hope in only my classes, that is, until yesterday happened. My parents, therapist and "special ed" adviser really want me to go into day treatment at the hospital. Yesterday I went to the hospital to have some sort of "interview" done. Once that was out of the way, I've been left with two choices. Drop the one class that gives me the most hope, or drop out altogether.

Today we've, or more like they've, been tackling this issue more forcibly. Today is the last day I would be able to withdraw without it appearing on my transcript and with a 100% "refund". I don't want to be a part-time student. I don't want to drop any one of my classes. They're the only things that give me hope to live. But with how hard all of these people are pushing, I feel like it's inevitable. I feel like I'm being rushed to "get better". I feel like I'm not being "treated", but endured. I feel abandoned and alone. I feel like nobody cares. I'd just spent the past ten minutes sobbing my eyes out alone, literally, in a corner; and trust me, I never sob.

There's very little holding me back from ending something; anything.

"There is a great difference between worry and concern. A worried person sees a problem, and a concerned person solves a problem."
-Harold Stephens
Art and character ©Skythewolfdog9 Do not steal, trace, or use in any other possible way.

Description
I was promised dinner the next night at my favorite restaurant as a "Get Well Soon" sort of outing while my dad was gone for a game of golf. The next day I wound up in the emergency room. They really wanted me to go in, but I fought hard against the idea because I wanted to go out for dinner with my family and I wanted to be with my friends. I won the battle after seven hours, but in the end when I got home, it was like not a single one of my friends cared. Only an earlier miscommunication was explained before I found out that I'd be coming home to stiff silence. We didn't go out to dinner either.

Hurt and feeling evermore alone, I've trudged on through the next week finding hope in only my classes, that is, until yesterday happened. My parents, therapist and "special ed" adviser really want me to go into day treatment at the hospital. Yesterday I went to the hospital to have some sort of "interview" done. Once that was out of the way, I've been left with two choices. Drop the one class that gives me the most hope, or drop out altogether.

Today we've, or more like they've, been tackling this issue more forcibly. Today is the last day I would be able to withdraw without it appearing on my transcript and with a 100% "refund". I don't want to be a part-time student. I don't want to drop any one of my classes. They're the only things that give me hope to live. But with how hard all of these people are pushing, I feel like it's inevitable. I feel like I'm being rushed to "get better". I feel like I'm not being "treated", but endured. I feel abandoned and alone. I feel like nobody cares. I'd just spent the past ten minutes sobbing my eyes out alone, literally, in a corner; and trust me, I never sob.

There's very little holding me back from ending something; anything.

"There is a great difference between worry and concern. A worried person sees a problem, and a concerned person solves a problem."
-Harold Stephens
Art and character ©Skythewolfdog9 Do not steal, trace, or use in any other possible way.