"I don't need to go here!" I yelled at my Uncle, I'm living with him for a while because I needed my space but he thinks that Day (my insane side) is a mental illness, I mean I have depression but not multiple personality disorder "It's the only way we can help your disorder!" My uncle said calmly "I don't have a fucking disorder!" I yelled, too late, we're already at the shit hole. My uncle got out and literally had to throw me over his shoulder to get me in there. My tail hit him in the stomach "Ow! That hurt!" He yelled and hissed in pain "That's kinda the point shit head!" I yelled, he carried me to the support group room, he sat him down and I ran to the door, there was a fucking security in front of the door. I couldn't leave. I glared at him and turned back, siting on one of the chairs, seeing everyone, my uncle already gone. I fucking hate him for this "Looks like we have a new girl!" Everyone looked at me, I shrunk into my already oversized hoodie the best I could, me and attention do not go well together. "Tell us about yourself!" I smirked "I'm Night, I don't want to be here, I don't have an illness, and you all can go fuck yourselves" I said and smiled innocently. They all stared at me and a girl laughed, ably that looked exactly like her (except clothing) smacked her arm "What? It was funny!" The girl smiled, I chuckled and smiled. "I'm calling your father!" The main guy said, Dave, "He'll be proud of me" I shrugged "And if I say so, he will kill all of you" I smiled "Who is your father??" Dave asked "Herobrine" Dave laughed "Herobrine isn't real! If he was Natch would've defeated him a looooooong time ago!" I raised an eyebrow and pulled out my phone, texting my dad the address of where I was and told him to pick me up. "5..4..3..2..1" My dad busted in through the wall "I'm out" I said and got up, Dave was shocked, I walked to my father and walked through the rubble, flipping Dave off and walked to out car. I turned to looked back and saw the girl waving and the boy smiling a little, I have a suspicious feeling that I will be seeing then again, I turned back and saw Mitch, my twin, and smiled. I got in the passenger seat and Mitch say in the back, "How was Uncle?" Mitch asked "A fucking bitch" I sighed and buckled in. My father got in and drove us home, I smiled "There's no place like home" I said