FINALLY MY STORY

My chest heaved in and out rapidly. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I looked around the room quickly taking in what was around me. Cold, happy, eyes stared is what I received from all only 2 of the 3 people.Guilt from the third, but all was done wasn't it. I gripped the armrest of my chair and look down to the ground, breathed in what  seemed to be a bucket load of angry air. I pushed my hair back , sat up straight, plastered a fake smile and look directly into my Diana's eyes. That lady might share the same name as one of the great humanitarians of the world but she is anything but.




" Your saying I'm bi-polar?" I say as a flash of surprise fills my step-mother's eyes.


I switched my position on the chair and turned towards the psychiatrist Mr.Ryland. 


Mr.Ryland isn't a strong man. I'm sure that's why Diana picked him; because he isn't strong, his skin in pale and sweaty -but I guess that's because he's nervous-,his auburn hair is starting to turn in gray around the edges of his face and his eyes are blue but have that black beady quality. He creeps me out.


"Uh-I-um, yes." He says his face towards the ground and in that small moment I felt sorry for him, he probably had wife and some kids and just needed the money. But then again he is ruining my life by diagnosing me with bipolar disorder. I am not bipolar sure I get angry but I don't I don't hurt anyone and it's not extreme or for no reason at all. 


"I'm not."It comes out deep and serious like in a second I could snap is head off, like in a second I will become rampage and start throwing chairs. I clear my throat and continually stare at Mr.Roland coaxing him to take back what he's doing. Because this-


"But the test say so the way you've been acting even seems to be-"It's almost like he's willing it to be true like he doesn't believe himself.


I stare around the room in wonder. How the hell did I end up in this place. That was supposed to sooth its 'customers'. Yes I won't doubt that the cream colored furniture and the splashes of blue  and purple mixed in with the soft knowing smell of lavender isn't soothing but there's no warmth.

Far as I got more to come.

Kisses and Music-Jazzhands!!!

P.S. Just so you know its me also everything written is by EBONY-MONIQUE MURRAY and if stolen punishment will be followed....byee.

Stories are coming soon

Okay this is two post in one day and that is because I really just wanted to say that if anybody just happens to come across this remember that this is only for stories and that all of the stories are copyright. So please do not copy anything that is written on this blog....thank you ...

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I just realized to do this I will have to say my name...oh the pain....

So I am restarting this BLOG BECAUSE....

I left it. I literally left this blog for another and I am truly sorry like really sorry.
The thing is that I have finished my ways and am now....actually  am using this site to right stories for my other blog so in a way we are all together.

SEE....I have made my ways better.......
to see my other blog go......Here-> thingsthatmay.blogspot.ca

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