Side Effects

Wake up, you're dreaming.

I open the bottle of pain killers with my weak wrists and fingers, shaking. I can barely see what I am doing, with my eyes swollen, tears running down my hot cheeks, mascara smeared all over my eyes. I accidentally drop the open bottle of pain killers, watching it fall down to my cold, wooden floor. I fall to the ground like a ragdoll had just been thrown around by a child. Luckily not a lot of pills had come out of the bottle. I pick them up and throw them away because I'd rather not swallow pills that had been contaminated with the essance of germs. And finally what had been waiting for me, a handful of bright pink pills.

Earlier that day, after I had gotten home from school, I run to my room, craving the warm plushness of my bed. After excitingly jumping onto my bed, feeling my eyes getting heavy, but before I doze off, I want to talk to the person I've been waiting to talk to all day. Jake. Just like any girl would say, I'm crazy about him.

I've known Jake for a while now. We met throught a friend, and to say, when I saw him the first time, skating up to where I was sitting, next to my friend who had already known him, my eyes widen under my sunglasses, cheeks brighten, grammar disappears. I didn't say anything but hello to him because really I didn't know what to say. After meeting for the first time, we've become best friends.

I open up my phone, enter my passocde, and open snapchat. Now I don't want to seem pushy and obsessive so I try to casually greet Jake.