[b][b]Journal Page 1(September 2, 2012): Where to start[b]

This place isn't my home. It's dark and depressing like my home, but I can't be ignored here. Right now... that's all I want. My name is Carson Gable; I'm a 17-year-old wolf whose parents could care less about me, and needed a legal way of abandoning me. So, where did they choose... Turner River Mental Institution!

A little about my home life: My father started drinking when I was about 4 years old, and never stopped. My mom's done nothing with her life expect crawl back to him, because she can't support me ,OR herself for that matter. Honestly, she's just as screwed up as he is. I know, I know; it's a terrible thing to think about your family, but given the situation, how would YOU feel? It's not like I have no family, I'm just not biologically related to them. Confused yet? My friends are my family, or at least they were until I got locked up in this shit hole.

So... why am I here? Like I said earlier, my "loving parents" are taking a permanent vacation, and I was just extra baggage. But they couldn't just abandon me without cause. They needed something more clever. They actually had to think about it. It couldn't just happen on its own. So, they devised a plan so sleazy; it would make some super-villains jealous. After tearing apart and searching through some of my old medial history papers (back when they still had the decency to actually TAKE me to the doctor), they found an old receipt for a 6-month subscription to an anti-depressant chosen for me. I had a case of mild depression and anxiety that started up about 5 years ago, but I never actually took the pills for 2 reasons: 1. My parents had their hands on a gold mine. With a written prescription, they were dirt cheap. Drugs that would be expensive to get without probable cause? They could sell them... and they did. They did nothing for me anyway, and I didn't have to take them to know that. But my parents saw it as an opportunity. The prescription was still valid, which meant that they were still coming in. They could use it as collateral. But what for?

Mom: A mental hospital? Doug, are you outta your mind?

Dad: He won't care. It's a good enough excuse to get 'im in!

Mom: And when they find out?

Dad: We'll be anywhere but here. I've outsmarted the law before, I can do it again.

Mom: You SHOULD be in jail, ya know! You're not a father; you're a drug dealer.

Dad: Oh what? And you're not? (My dad had a point, there!) Listen B., I'm your support system. I'm the reason you ain't livin' underneath an overpass right now. You owe me... so you better put on one hell of a face for the director of that place. Once he's there, we're gone. No strings. No more distractions. We'll be doin' whatever we want.

Mom:...whatever WE want, or YOU want?

Dad: (sigh) Don't make me reach across this table!

Mom: What makes you think they'll take him?

Dad: He's got a medical condition. Mental hospitals will take anyone... especially when depression is in the picture. Tomorrow's Saturday; I say we take 'im in, 'explain his history, and the next thing ya know, he's gone, and so are we.

Mom: Doug, it ain't gonna be that easy.

Dad: You got a better idea?

Mom: It's too big of a risk.

Dad: We can do it. You just gotta trust me.

Great role models, right? This is the conversation that was had between the two of them 2 nights ago. For those of you that think you hate YOUR parents; I'll gladly trade. I was listening from the end of the hallway while they sat at the table; medical papers scattered everywhere. I've never given them any reason to get rid of me; I'll admit I have my problems, but what person doesn't? I've only been arrested once, for drinking at a party with two of my friends. My school doesn't despise me. I've kept up decent grades in all of my classes, except for art, but I didn't need THAT to graduate anyway. They couldn't see ME, but I could see them. I could see their reflection in a picture frame that was hanging at eye level about 8 feet from me. In the family picture, you see me when I was 3, my parents, and my older brother when he was 16. What happened to my brother? He died in a car accident the next year, which was the original reason for my dad's excessive booze-bombing. From there, it was all down-hill. But who was I to believe that my parents thought they could get me into an insane asylum on some bullshit excuse for a mental problem? Unfortunately, my age meant that I was also very naive at times, and that questioning my parents' ability to get what they wanted would ultimately be my downfall.

Don't ask me how it happened! I wasn't there when they signed the paperwork! The point is... I'm here... right now... in a place as unfamiliar as home. And for now, this WAS my home.

If you guys enjoyed this, I've thought about writing a romance book on it. Tell me what you think!