11:09 pm hmm I slept a while. I stand up and stretch my arms up above my head. "Oh, yea..." I walk over to the Citalopram and read the bottle over. I popped two in my mouth. An extra one couldn't hurt. I sit on my bed and pull my laptop over to me.
Click click tap click tap click click.
"Hm...what to watch....Do I even wanna watch somethi-"
"Mmm mmmm mm." I hear a humming sound. It's like someone trying to talk?
I look up confused. I know I'm not a Schiz... "Timor?" Timor is standing there but he can't talk; there's something over his mouth. "What are you doing?" He looks at me annoyed and points at his mouth, signaling to me that he can't speak. "Well isn't that funny." I laugh. He flips me the bird and disappears. I stick my tongue out at where he used to stand and look back to my computer. "I don't really feel like watching anything," I say out loud to myself. "Why am I talking to myself? I don't know. Ok then." I quietly giggle and lay down on my pillow, wrapping myself in my blanket. I stared at my computer screen mindlessly.
I wonder why he couldn't talk? I search around the room as if there's something in the room that can answer my question. Surprisingly enough my eyes land on the Citalopram and I nod my head in realization.
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Traveling Through Darkness
General Fiction15-year-old Abella starts to struggle with her anxiety. She goes into different situations and falls a victim to her anxiety. Join her as she goes on to overcome it!
