Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder!

                                    

                                          
 "And so you see... that being an immortal nation with unbelievable strength and having classified knowledge isn't all prances in a field. In this life, we take "keep your friends close, and your enemies closer" to a whole other level. You have to know everything, and hurt someone before they can hurt you. It's all about power. Friendship is just a nice way of saying 'Hey, we are on the same team for right now, and I hate you less than I hate that other person'. Heh.... ha ha.. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She slid down to the ground laughing so hard that her stomach hurt. 
                          
    Tamaki was horrified by the situation, and that someone could turn on Y/n. Haruhi was scared for her friend and her friend's mental state. Hikaru and Kaoru stood silently, afraid that their pranks and playful insults had hurt the poor girl, and afraid that she would isolate herself from everyone. Honey was beginning to tear up from fear, and concern. He did not want to lose his friend and he was afraid of her because of her current mental state. Mori was emotionless except for the furrow of his eyebrows, showing slight worry. And Kyoya, the black knight of the group, held no emotion on his facial features. He was concerned for Y/n, but he knew he couldn't do anything but keep up his end of the deal that they made. 
                          
She sighs contently after her laughing fit. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh... WELL! It was nice seeing all of y'alls ugly faces, but I believe it is time for me to sleep. I've been sitting here, drinking, for the last 3 hours... and I believe that if I don't get a drink of water and go to bed now, then I will be having the WORST hangover ever recorded."
                          
    The group stared at her incredulously. Three hours. She had been drinking bottle after bottle of alcohol for three hours. Her hair casts a shadow over his eyes as she stares at them. They stood there for another minute, not budging. 
                          
    "Are you deaf?" She snarls. 
                          
    "What?" Haruhi asks confusedly. 
                          
    "I said I believe it's time I go to bed..." She murmurs, but none of them move. 
                          
    "Are you seriously that stupid?" She scoffs to herself. "THAT MEANS MAKE LIKE A TREE AND LEAVE!" She screams angrily. The host club scampers out of Y/n's home, scared to their wits end by the nation's bipolar attitude. This is by far the scariest she has ever been, and Halloween with her was pretty scarring. 
                          
~Y/n's Point of View~
                          
    "THAT MEANS MAKE LIKE A TREE AND LEAVE!" I scream at them, scowling as they run out of my home. Oh, correction, my house. This place no longer feels like home. No more workers bustling around, the lights turned off, some furniture missing. I sigh once the front door was slammed shut. 
                          
    "Are they gone?" Wy quietly asks, peeking her head around the corner of the wall separating the living room from the dining room. I nod, rolling my head back to rest on the cushion of the couch as I sat on the floor, my back resting against the bottom of the couch. 
                          
    "Wy, can you grab my medicine for me?" I ask lazily. She rolls her eyes at me and grabs the orange bottles for me. She spins around and allows me to put my bottle of alcohol on the ground before tossing it to me lightly, to which I catch it with both hands. After I put it down, she tosses two more bottles to me. I smile gratefully to her before popping my medicine bottles open. 
                          
    Bottle 1: Diazepam
                          
        Treats: Paranoid Personality Disorder
                          
            Definition: People with PPD also suffer from paranoia, an unrelenting mistrust and suspicion of others, even when there is no reason to be suspicious.
                          
    Bottle 2: Prozac
                          
        Treats: Anxiety
                          
            Definition: Anxiety is a worry/fear about future events or current events.
                          
        Dosage: 40 mg per day
                          
    Bottle 3: Amphetamine
                          
        Treats: ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder)
                          
            Definition: any of a range of behavioral disorders occurring primarily in children, including such symptoms as poor concentration, hyperactivity, and impulsivity. Worse version of ADD. 
                          
    I sigh contently after taking all of my medicine, waiting for them all to kick in. 
                          
~Time Skip~
                          
    "Alright Students, due to the absence of your teacher, we will be watching a movie during class." The substitute teacher said, making the class erupt into cheers. The teacher spun around, quickly grabbing the case for the movie, before turning to face the class again. "Today, we will be watching Saving Private Ryan !" 
                          
    I thought nothing of this piece of information. Until we got a few minutes into the movie. 
                          
    Boom Boom
                          
    I forgot the movie took place during World War II. 
                          
    Screams
                          
    I sucked in a breath, trying to calm myself down. 
                          
    Pop Pop
                          
    Tears prick my eyes as I have recurring flashbacks, all the while the movie plays on in the background. I put my hands over my ears, trying, but failing, to block out the sounds of the world around me. I squeeze my eyes shut as I begin to start hyperventilating.
                          
"Y/n?" I could hardly hear Haruhi say my name. 
                          
I made the mistake of opening my eyes. Immediately, my vision lands back on the screen in front of the room, just in time to see a character be shot, blood splattering as the they falter, before falling backwards. 
                          
I swiftly, but violently jump out of my chair, pushing it out of my way, accidentally hitting another student's desk as I rush out of the room, tears streaming down my face as I practically ripped the classroom door open. I could hear Haruhi, Hikaru and Kaoru all run after me, but I had no intention of stopping and showing how weak I was.