Doodled Hearts

My hands shook as a guy shoved me against a locker.
"NO!" I yell.
"Aww, do your other personalities want it, though?" He teases in a fake voice.
"LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU LITTLE SHIT!" I scream, my personalities switching.

"Wait, how did I get here?" I swipe my head around.
"What the hell!?" I panic.

Someone taps the guy on the shoulder. It's..
Louis Tomlinson.

"Are you new?" He chuckles.
The guy nods.
"She had multiple personality disorder, AND bipolar disorder, anxiety, and depression," Helia, my best friend, shoots, pushing Louis back to talk to him.

"Even more fun," The guy laughs.
"Go fuck yourself! Get away!" Helia pushes him back, spitting at him and shoving him with tattooed arms.
She spits her cigarette out of her pouty red lips onto his shoes.
He looks up surprised, scared, and awkward in one emotion and runs.

"You okay?" She asks kindly. I nod.
Yes, folks, that's my life. Why my parents put me up for adoption. I have an extreme amount of disorders - anxiety, depression, bipolar, you name it, I have it.

My most tidy, goody-goody personality named Justina suddenly takes over.
"I have to go to the hospital. New medicine and such," I say in a bossy voice. Helia laughs.
"Yeah, okay," She replies.

Bitch.
My 'normal' personality comes back.
I start staggering towards the door in the clumsy way of mine.

Suddenly, I trip and bump right into the person in front of me.
"Ah!" I yelp.
The person storms up angrily.
"Watch where you're going!" Louis snaps.
I sigh dreamily.

"Hi Louis.." I say longingly.
He rolls his eyes. "What do you want?"

"Watch your fucking tone!" I yell loudly as my calls echo through the halls.
He looks at me strangely, and my cheeks turn pink.

"I - I mean - " I stammer.
"I have - " I croak.

"I know," He snaps angrily.
Wonderful.

Strike 3 for me.

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