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No. Freddy, I can't listen to you anymore. I can't handle the pain of knowing I did something wrong, yet you won't tell me what it is. Freddy, you need to go to sleep right now.

"Mr. Fredbear, may I speak with you?" The nurse asked my dad. He looks to me with his gorgeous sapphires seeming to be in pain, but then he smiled, and went to talk with the doctors.

This is why I don't understand emotions! My dad's eyes seemed so sad, but then he smiled. Why is everything involving emotions so confusing? It's not fair. I don't understand emotions, so I can't correctly portray them, thus being not normal. Stupid Jack. Why can't you just get things right.

"Go to sleep,"

I cringed as thousands of goosebumps trickled up my back, and leaked all over my body.

"Freddy, the doctors, and dad said I can't go to sleep,"

"Go,"

"Freddy stop! I thought we were friends!" I pleaded with him.

"To,"

"Freddy, you need to stop!"

"SLEEP!" His voice was loud, gravely, and angry.

"Freddy, I love you. I really do, but you need to stop. I have asked you many times to stop, please listen to me!"

"NO! You listen to me! You told me you would never leave me again, and I want to bring you somewhere, and now you're not even going to come! What's wrong with you?!" He asked, trying to sound hurt.

"Nothing."

"What?!"

"Freddy, there is nothing wrong with me," I said, trying to believe every word I'm saying. This is impossible. I'm standing up to my only friend, and trying to prove my worth while in the process. Am I is this stupid?!

"Sean. You're depressed, Bipolar, a loner, and just plain stupid. You have ONE friend! ME! I am here to try to bring some happiness into your worthless life, now let me help you AND GO TO SLEEP!" He screamed bloody murder at me. Bringing me lower into the ground then I thought possible, trying to make me vulnerable once again.

Is that what I am? Is that all I am? Can I really not account to be anything besides Depressed? Bipolar? A loner? Stupid? Even if I am, why is it Freddy's business? How did he even know in the first place?

"Freddy, can't this wait until we get home? My daddy is already hurt today, I don't want to hurt him again," I moaned. The wringing ache in my legs, and chest from sleep exhaustion was imitate in my conscious being, I have a feeling that weather I like it, or not, I will fall asleep once again.

"You're so stupid Sean," Freddy's voice was no longer calm. It was rude, insulting, and extremely condescending. I was about to start crying.

"Freddy, you said you were my only friend. Friends don't treat each other like this," I groaned, letting the tears slide down my cheek, not having the strength to lift up my arm, and wipe them away.

"Friends don't leave each other alone. I guess we're even." My face dropped with grief saturating into my sunken features.

"Yeah. We're even," I said sadly, wanting to end this conversation as soon as I possibly could.

There was no response. Although what I had wanted, still worried me. I looked down, and saw that he was now back to a stuffed animal. Squishy, and not talking, like he's supposed to be. I looked back to the door, and saw that there was a nurse, and dad standing there.

"Hey buddy. Talking with Freddy?" Dad asked, happy as could be, touching the top of my hand, but careful to avoid the IV that was in it.

I didn't use words, just nodded in response, barley looking in his direction. Just staring at the cream colored walls, littered in posters about where to put dirty needles, and how long to wash your hands.

"Now Jack, you have a concussion, and you have had a bad panic attack. Your father and I have decided that it would be best , if you don't go to school tomorrow, and rest for the rest of the day." The kid nurse explained to me what was happening, very kindly. Making sure that I understood everything that needed to.

"Um, alright." I said, not looking to him, wanting to regain my identity from Freddy.

"Alright, now your dad is going to take you home, and bring you back here soon. Can't wait to see you again Jack!" He smiled, then pushed up on his haunches, and stood up. As I looked over to my side, I saw that there wasn't any I.Vs attached to me anymore, but rather holes in my body, covered in soft SpongeBob Band-Aids, with the stinging sensation still in my arm.

"You ready Jacky?" Dad asked, in a quiet voice, and soft eyes.

I nodded, not wanting to strain my voice any more than it already was. It felt like I ate sandpaper, and gargled with lemon juice.

He put his muscular arms underneath my frail, skinny legs, and the other lacing around my back, and in between my arms, and picked me up, letting my skinny complexion to melt in his strong body, and make me feel whole again.

"Mr. Fredbear, we have a wheelchair to take out Jack," the nurse said, while holding a little wheelchair. I didn't want to give up the warm spot in dadda's arms, so I tried to tighten the grip around his neck, and dada laughed.

"Come on Jackaboy, you have to go In the wheelchair," He said to me. I thought he would have pried me off of him, but rather he was just gently letting my butt hover above the seat, while he still kept one hundred percent control of my entire body, making sure that I was no where near about to fall, and keeping me safe.

I knew I had to let go, I mean, we all do at one point. I mean, whats the point of holding on to something, just because someday you'll have to let go of it one day? Might as well just save your time, and, let go.

I slowly loosen my grip around his neck, and felt my entire body being loosened, and lowered into the chair. Although I knew that both dad, and the nurse had me, I still felt like I was going to fall through the floor. Although the rest of my body went limp, my fingers dug into him like there was no tomorrow, making sure that the one faithful part of my body was continuing to serve me.

"Jack, everything is ok, I don't want you to worry about anything, just loosen up, and we'll be back home before you know it," Dad said softly again, as my butt was firmly planted in the chair, and hands fell loose of dad. I was trying to reach up to dad, but the strength was drained from me, so the only movement that was allowed, was for me to twitch my fingers.

"God, you must be exhausted. Are you sure he wont be able to sleep?" My dad asked the nurse, not thinking that I would hear anything.

"I'm sorry Mr. Fredbear, I know how hard this is on both you, and Jack, but he cannot sleep in his conditions," He continued, but I started to blank out, and not listen to anything anymore. Everything is extremely blurry, and the colors are all mushy, its like I'm living in a tie dye marshmallow.

"Hey, Jack? Jacky?!" Dadda asked me, but everything sounded like a garbled mess of emotions, and me not being able to decipher what's real anymore, just trying to understand how the heck I got into this predicament in the first place.

They tried to get me back, and for a while, I thought they were going to get me to come back. I think I was getting there, but every time I was close, I lost it again. I wanted to come back for dada. I didn't want to let him down again. Come on Jack, you arnt a selfish person, I don't want to come off of someone like that, I want dad to believe in me, and make him happy.

I started to push myself past through my limits, and reaching inside of my self, and trying to pull myself back out. I've become so succumbed to getting lost in the one thing that is supposed to help me find my way. Stupid brain, make up your mind.

"Jacky? Can you hear me?" My dad's soft voice shone through my crazy voices repeating their chants in my head, tearing me to and fro from Freddy. What am I supposed to do? Dad is my real dad, but Freddy is supposed to be my dad too, but now, I really think he is someone else.

"Yes dada," I responded. As I talked, I realized that I wasn't hidden in my head anymore, but thrust back into reality, and I was no longer encased in the white walls that confined my physical, and mental limits, but I was back in my house. The usual grey, and pale blue walls used to scare me, and make me feel empty, but now they were the only thing making me feel like a person anymore.

"Hey buddy! I thought I had lost you for a while." His voice sounded like he had been crying, but now he was really happy that I responded.

"I would never leave dada," I smiled, and reached up to his neck, to wrap my arms around. He hugged me back tightly, and making him once again.

"Your soup is done, I'll be right back to grab it," He said, kissing my head, then walked up to grab it.

As he walked away, I rolled over in my bed again. There was a loud slam, and I was thrown off of the bed, hitting the ground, and hurting my everything, but being more surprised than hurt. The door was slammed shut, and I walked up to it, to see that there was locked.

"DADDA!!" I screamed bloody murder, needing him to hear me.

"I see you are back, are you going to stay here?"

Ice ran up and down my spine, and freezing my boiling blood.

"Freddy, what do you want from me?" I asked, wanting him to leave. I couldn't be strong anymore. Everything was starting to crash down. I was carrying a world on my shoulders, I tripped, and now everything is starting to fall, crumbling, and burning my entire being as it fell around me, the world was on fire, and breaking away every second.

"I just want you to meet you new friends!"

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