Also the same year I saw Brandi kill herself in the school’s nonfunctional shower stall, though. Which I knew while watching wasn’t real. I have no idea what thatcwas, still. I do know that when I told Brandi about it (yeah, I knew where she was and everything, so I wasn’t completely out of my mind — even while watching it I knew it wasn’t right, so it disappeared after I closed the stall door), brandi was so excited about it that she wanted me to show her where I saw it and describe it. It was kind of weird. I would normally forgive it because she was like 15 at the time, and I thought she thought I was playing a game — but that “game” was too serious by then and also NONE of the other students would have found that exciting in any watch at all.
I’m really glad I miraculously healed from that without professional assistance or medications. My mom basically told me to hide it. I did. I’m not sure why it mattered though, since the first time I told her was against my will by the hospitals forcing me, and so it was already in my medical history that the trauma SERIOUSLY got to me. Very seriously.
I’m glad though. That one hospital that almost killed me, which my mom doesn’t know about, used it against me as much as they could. I know that sounds paranoid, but itll have tobe left like that, because I don’t feel like talking about it, haha.