Alex was sitting in the waiting room, when the door opened, Dr. Cryst waved at him and guided him back to his office.

Daniel had sat here, he had been evaluated by almost every single psycatirts in this town, almost in the whole state. They all saw it coming, they warned the family, but no one ever changed anything. Alex tried, but Daniel wouldn't listen to him.

"Alex, it's been about three months since I've seen you. What's going on? How are things?"

Alex shrugged his shoulders " I don't know, honestly I don't so much has happened I don't even know where to begin." Alex's voice shivered and he shook it out of him, but if you really want to know sir. I'll tell you." Alex paused took a deep breath through his nose and exhaled from his mouth, tears barely forming in the corner of his eyes. "I've been hearing Daniel talk to me, he guides me, tells me I'm not alone, that mum and dad still care, even if they don't show it. Tells me what to do, he helps me. I know people, I'm friends with people who bitch about moving onto their own by CHOICE! I had to leave my house, with only one place to go. That is the one place I feel safe, with my boyfriend in his arms, even there I don't feel welcome. I live with my best friend, my boyfriend he's the only thing I have and while that's awesome it just doesn't feel right. Nothing does, not anymore. I feel like a burden, and an annoying bug on the side of the windshild that you just can't reach with the wipers to get it off. Actually I've been thinking about slitting my wrists and my ankles and taking a very long bath tomorrow. Maybe die, and maybe then I'll be fucking happy, but can I tell anyone this? No I cannot, or else I'll be sent to that wonderful place when you're deemed crazy and put on a hold where you basically can't do shit, and if you don't do the shit that you are told to do, they take you back to that lovely place and then they reevaluate you, and probably send you somewhere else. Somewhere you've never been. Somewhere your family can't reach you. Where you've never felt more alone and frankly as pathetic and worthless as ever. Then you'll figure out how to kill yourself there, and then everything will be okay because you're not there and you'll feel better because dead people can't feel."

Dr, Cryst paused for a moment, looked down at the notes he had been taking and then looked at Alex and said.

"I understand why you came here Alexander, however, suicide is still illegal and even if no one really inforces it anymore. Can we talk about why you feel this way Alex?"

"I just told you why I feel like that, I don't know what else to tell you. I feel like dying because I'm crazy. I hear my dead brother talking to me and you blow that off like it's nothing."

"Alex" Dr. Cryst cut him off. "That's because it is nothing, you're probably just grieving."

"EVERYONE ELSE SAYS DIFFERENT." Alex said standing up.

"Everyone else doesn't have a medical degree Alex." Dr. Cryst said motioning for Alex to sit back in the brown-green chair he had just been sitting in.

"NO I'M NOT GOING TO SIT. I CAME HERE FOR HELP TO STOP THINKING I'M GOING INSANE. YOU CRACK-POT DOCTORS ARE THE REASON MY BROTHER IS DEAD. IF YOU'RE THIS HELPFUL I CAN'T IMAGINE HOW YOU HELPED MY BROTHER WHO WAS SO CLOSE TO DEATH HE COULD TASTE IT. YOU ALL DISGUST ME." Alex walked out of the door slamming it behind him, and left through the closest exit.

Alex got into his car, and sped all the way back to Jack's house.

"Jack!!!" Alex paused "JACK!! WHERE ARE YOU?! Jack!?! JACK BASSUM BARAKAT?!"

Notes

Note the speech that Alex gives is actually what I wrote when I was in a mood. This is how I feel most days, so you just saw into my life.