He's the infamous new guy who of course has all the girls, and guys drooling over him.
His name... Flynn Dawson, the mysterious new student who only has his eyes set on person: Willow Skyes, a humorous, quick witted girl who also happens to be the...
"How was your day today?" Asks my mother, looking in the rusted fridge for something to eat.
Nothing.
"Do you want me to go food shopping?" I ask.
"No honey, it's fine. I'll do it," she says.
Hannah then walks in with the largest frown on her face. She was almost a mere copy of my mother. Mom had short hair however, while Hannah had long.
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As Hannah is huffing, and puffing I wonder what had got her annoyed this time. Don't get me wrong, I love my sister, but like... ya no. She's a brat.
"Mom, where's my dress!" She shrieks, stomping in place.
"Sorry sweetheart. I wasn't able to get it today," my mother says holding back the tiredness of her voice. "I'll get it tomorrow."
"But I want it now!" She cries. "I know dad would get it for me!"
"Shut up," I say, glaring at her. "Just shut the fuck up for once in you life Hannah."
"Hey Flynn, that wasn't nice," says mother.
"Yeah Flynn. Apologize," she says in a mocking tone.
"Apologize?" I scoff.
This week has been hell for me. I have been struggling more then usual to get by today, and Hannah was not helping.
I then walk up to Hannah, with a glass of hot tea in my hand. She was still looking at me with that obnoxious look on her face.
"Don't make me throw this on you," I say, raising my cup. "Because today I'll do it."
Hannah takes many forced steps back before looking at mother.
"Take your pills Flynn," mother says. "Please."
"Fine," I sigh, brushing past Hannah, and into the bathroom.
I set the cup down, and take a deep breath. I thought I was getting better. I stopped taking my pills because of my uplifting change of mood. Sadly all hell has broken loose inside of my mind, and I have gone back to feeling helpless, and lost.
My shaky hands reach for the wooden cabinet for my pill bottle.
I grab it, reading 'escitalopram' on the paper.
My stomach begins to churn. Holding the pill in your mouth was the worst part.
I take another deep breath then place the pill on my tongue, waiting for it to dissolve in my mouth, so I can then swallow it with my saliva.
Disgusting.
The drug I take, escitalopram, is a selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor class drug that basically helps restore lost serotonin in my brain.
