MENTAL- Ticci Toby x Reader

THIS FOR U MINA also shout out to mina, aka xXMauzieXx , who gave me the idea for this story anYWAYS LETS BEGIN YOU LITTLE RATS

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I'm not crazy. I know what I saw.

Okay that sounds crazy.

I guess I should explain what I'm talking about.

First, here's a little background on me.

Hi, I'm Y/N, a 16 year old girl with (hair length) (hair color) hair, (eye color) eyes, (skin color) skin, and a tendency to see things that "aren't" there.

I live with both my parents and have a fairly normal life. Except, as I mentioned previously, I see things that I'm told aren't there. But that's not true. I know it's not.

The thing I see in question is a person. I never see them long. I'm not entirely sure what gender they are. I'm told I'm crazy since no one else ever sees them.

I'm currently being taken to a mental facility for a few days so the "doctors" can see why I have this issue. My parents say it's not my fault I see them. I was born with this "illness" apparently. I've always seen things that aren't there I guess.

It never seemed unreal though. I could feel what I saw. When I was little I would always see a faceless man in the forest behind our house. Sometimes, he would play with me whenever I was bored. I stopped seeing him sometime after I turned 7 though. My parents thought after I stopped seeing him my "illness" had gone away. But a few months ago I started seeing a person in the forest, the one I mentioned earlier. Whoever it was always wore the same brown, striped, hoodie, the stripes being a darker shade of brown. The hood on the hoodie was a dark shade of blue. They wore black jeans nearly every time I saw them. I never saw their face, as they always had orange tinted goggles and a mask with a huge grin printed on it. Their skin seemed pale, much like the faceless man I mentioned before, but I couldn't see much of their skin so I'm unsure. I see them frequently, more then I ever saw the faceless man, which is what worries my parents. Worries them enough to think I'm crazy I suppose.

Ah yes.

I'm "crazy". Being taken to an asylum as we speak- er communicate? Whatever, it doesn't matter. I guess I was so caught up "talking" to you that I didn't realize the car had stopped. I opened the side door as I stared blankly at my mother. Her eyes were red and puffy, and tears rolled down her face, while my father wasn't crying, just had a sad look on his face. As much as I wanted to comfort my mom and tell her it would be alright, I didn't. I never wanted to be sent here. This was all my parents fault. I tagged along behind my parents as we entered the 3 story, white building, that was located just a little off of the city. Inside, we were greeted by the secretary. My parents quickly told the lady my first name and last name.

I felt tears form in my eyes but I just blinked them away. I could feel the secretary look at me sadly before typing in my name. I looked up at her and she just smiled a sad smile and told me to follow her. She thanked my parents for some reason and they left. She walked down a hall to some elevator. She pressed the button to go down and the elevator began to move.

I've never liked elevators, always made me feel sick. I felt dread fill my gut as a sense of light-headedness filled my body. It didn't last long before we came to a sudden stop and the doors opened.

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Woop 645 words. I'm probably gonna continue writing as soon as I publish this but this is where I think I should leave it off. Anyways so far I enjoy writing this so I hope you enjoy reading it ^^ I'll try to update as much as possible, maybe multiple times a day I'm not sure yet.