Bulls in The Bronx: Pierce the Veil fan-fic

Chapter 9

*Jaime's POV* Where is my life going. I know that is a very cliché phrase but it is merely how I feel. I am not sure if I can handle the yammering of everything surrounding me. Everything is talking, my walls are sliding, the table is telling me to kill. I am afraid to tell anyone, if I actually have something wrong with me I am scared. I like this Mike kid that Natasha has been hanging out with. My parents took my phone 8 days ago, they said that I have been acting strange. I have knocked out 4 windows in 2 days and punched 6 holes in my wall in a week. I am terrified. "Mom!" I call out, I have to tell her. "Yes Jaime?" she says walking in my room. "I think something is wrong with me, I would like to see a psychologist," I say. She nods, "Are you looking for the reason you keep breaking things?", she asks. "Yes, I feel like the walls are talking to me, everything, that is why I have been breaking stuff, I am sorry I have been doing this," I wanted to apologize for it.