Deranged [n.h]

Chapter Six

On my way home I called my dad letting him know everything that had happened with Mr.Andrews. He seemed a little irritated that I had called him at work, so I ended the conversation quick and headed inside. I wondered what I could possibly do for the rest of the day. I never had days like these, the ones where I was just to myself. And it felt good.

I decided to just hang out today, watch some tv. Read a book. It still hasn't occurred to me that Mr.Andrews had just passed out right in front of the whole class. It seems extremely surreal, and that frightens me honestly.

I turned on the tv to find that my dad had left it on a sports channel. I quickly changed it to 'Friends' one of my favorite tv shows.

I was enjoying Rachel nervously telling Ross how she lost his monkey when a knock at the door drew my attention.

I walked over to the door and looked out to peephole only to reveal that no one was there. I rolled my eyes. Probably some stupid little kids.

I went back into the kitchen and decided that I should make something to eat. All of this death is making me hungry.

I pulled out some eggs from the fridge along with some bacon and began cooking when something caught my eyes.

In one of the compartments there was a little orange pill holder, hidden behind a bottle of ketchup. I pulled it out without hesitation, reading the label.

'KEEP REFRIGERATED AT ALL TIMES' was the first thing that caught my eye. I then read further on to read 'Prescribed to Margaret Tease' and right below it, it read a diagnosis I'd never heard of.

Schizophrenia.

What the hell was that? And why were these prescribed to me?

I bit my lip, furrowing my brows. Schi-zo-phre-nia. I kept rereading it, over and over, but nothing ran a bell. Until an idea came in.

I rushed into my fathers study, hoping on his spinny leather chair. I turned so I was facing his computer, and I opened up Google. I began typing the letters, one bye one. But right as I was about to hit enter, another knock sounded on my door.

I sighed, standing up, leaving the pills in his study. I marched all the way to the door, pulling it open.

"Look, kid, you're really gonna have to sto-" I stopped realizing it wasn't some random kids. It was someone I least expected.

"Oh, Niall?" I questioned. "What are you... How do you know..." I mumbled furrowing my brows.

"Margaret, hi." We stood in a silence. "I, you just," he licked his lips.

"The other night when we were ou- at the park, you left your, uhm jacket." He fumbled each word.

"I wasn't wearing a jacket." I tested, smirking.

"Oh, you weren't? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." I lightly laughed.

"Oh, well you should've. It was chilly out that night."

"Niall what's your point." I cross my arms loosely.

"You'll need this. It's supposed to be in the forties tonight."

"What?"

He draped the jacket over my shoulders, nuzzling it in.

"Niall what are you doing?" I playfully ask as he begins to step down the stairs from our porch.

"I'll see you at the swings at seven yeah?" He calls out, standing on the sidewalk now.

I bite my lip. Did he just ask me out?

"Yeah," I reply lightly.

He doesn't say anything but I see him smile and wave. He starts to jog off, further and further until it's too far for me to see him.

I shut the door and lean up against it. This feels like a fairytale, and finally I'm the princess. Until it hits me.

How did he know I'd be home from school today? And frankly, how did he know where I live?

A/N: happy first day of OTRA! Sorry that this chapter was complete shit, but it will get better! This is just one of those stepping stone chapters so don't mind me! Thank you guys for almost 100 reads! Btw, I'm writing another book currently called 'DollHouse' and its dark Harry based :) check it out if you want!! Bye loves! Xx