Mom picked me up an hour later and we started our journey home. "So depression huh?"
I nodded. "Yep guess so." I stared out my window, not wanting her to see the tears pushing at my eyes.
"Yea I have that too." She told me calmly and my eyes lit up.
"Really? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't know." She shrugged, keeping her eyes on the road. "Guess it never came up."
Rolling my eyes I sighed softly. "Ok then."
When we got home I rushed up to my room and put the medicine on my bedside table. It had been a long day and it was only 12pm. I haven't seen Timor in a while? Where could he be? Is it because of the medicine? I sat on my bed feeling light-headed. "Hm..." I felt my forehead and sighed. "Food? Bleh." I made a gross face at the picture of food in my mind. I laid my head on my pillow and turned my music on. I could feel my mind drifting off to a calm state. I was almost asleep when- "Hey there!" My head lifted from the pillow quickly.
"How are you talking to me? I took the medicine, right?" I took a quick glance at the bottle of medicine.
"It won't work all the time." he shrugged then looked back at me. "Plus I'm bored."
"Sounds like a personal problem." yawning, I sat back down not wanting to deal with Timor anymore.
"You're not fun." He pouted and slouched over where he was sitting on the dresser.
"Me and you have a very different idea of fun." I flipped him off and rolled over putting my headphones in to drown him out.
I lay there for what felt like hours but I didn't sleep. Staring at the wall my thoughts flooded over me. "Slowly losing my mind," I told no one in particular. My voice light and sings-songy.
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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!
