dear luke,
you'd think homophobia would be over with and forgotten about. i thought we were living in 2020, where everyone should be equal. but apparently not. homosexuality is a "perverted disease," and i should be treated immediately. in this madhouse, i'm a depressed mess. i'm considered insane. but, there's a fine line between insanity and love. honestly, who even knows if i crossed it or not. i think the line for me is just blurred.
you'd think that the nurses would treat us like second graders—like we don't understand anything or plain terrified—but no, these ladies have biceps bigger than me. my head is a cloud of absolute confusion and anger. i'm treated here like a puppy in time-out, always being pushed around and shouted at. even prison didn't treat us like this, lukey.
i wonder sometimes what life would be like with you still here. would i even be here? would i still be diagnosed with depression? most of the time, i'm dwelling on the past and saying to myself that you're watching over me, making sure i'm doing okay. but i'm not, luke. so if you are, you're doing a horrible job of being my guardian angel.
i hope life's good up there. i know you'll bring light into any darkness, like you did for me.
i love you, and i always will.
your favorite "psycho",
michael
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institutionalized ; muke au
Fanfiction❝i don't belong here, i belong in your arms.❞ ➳ where michael is institutionalized for loving luke a little too much. SEQUEL TO IMPRISONMENT
