Don't Go

5

Saturday.

Saturday is normally a good day, a happy day, a nice day. That isn't the case.

You see, on Saturdays I have to go to Piano lessons, then Figure Skating lessons.

Do I want to do either? Not really.

Do I kind of have to? Yes.

I enjoy doing Piano and Skating sometimes, but most of the time I have no interest in doing either.

I honestly don't like skating that much, it makes me really anxious whenever there are a ton of people on the ice and my coaches force me to skate in the crowd.

I have been skating for about 9-10 years and sure, I'm okay at skating.

The only reason why I'm not an absolute god at it is because I feel like my coaches are holding me back.

I groaned as I sat up from my bed, I had just finished skating and I felt so sore.

I grabbed my phone and checked the time, 1:53 pm. The day was going by fast and I hated it. I had no friends and nothing to do. Is it my fault that I have no friends?

Yeah. It is. I didn't feel like eating, so I had an ice cream sandwich at skating practice.

"George! Come downstairs, your new ADHD meds arrived." My mother shouted from downstairs.

I groaned, I didn't want to move. I knew that these new meds wouldn't help me anymore than my current meds. They never get me through the day and these are just a very small amount of a dosage higher.

"COMING." I shout back and force myself out of bed and slug downstairs, shoulders slumped and a really bad bedhead.

"Hey! Tomorrow morning you can start to take these meds." My mom said as I walked into the kitchen.

I half-heartedly shrugged, "Okay, fine with me." I mumbled. My mother's facial expression turned from happy to concerned. "Hey, are you okay?" She asked.

"I'm fine, don't worry." I lied, trying to reassure her so she wouldn't get obsessive and nosy about my mental health.

"Okay," she said, "How about we go somewhere to eat? Where would you like to go?" She asked.

I shrugged again, "I have no clue, ummm... Chipotle?" I suggested, saying the first thing that came to my mind. Mom smiled, "Sure, that works."

I nodded and walked back up upstairs. On the way I grabbed my headphones to listen to music and rethink my life choices.

Once I got up to my room, I closed the door and laid on my bed. I switched on my Spotify list and clicked "Liked Songs."

A calming song came on and I found myself slowly drifting off to sleep.. again.

I woke up, startled because all of a sudden "Industry Baby" started blasting in my ear. I looked over at the time, again, and it turns out that I slept around 4 hours. My sleep schedule is already ruined, now it's going to be worse.

Just as I was about to sit up, my Mother knocked on my door and walked in. "Hey, dinner's ready." She said, closing the door moments later. I sighed, I wonder if they remembered to get Chipotle.

I walked downstairs and saw the food on the table, they didn't forget to get Chipotle. They didn't say anything as I walked to the table and sat down. My burrito was already unwrapped and on the plate. I sat down and picked it up, taking a bite.

"Hey George, why were you upstairs for 6 hours? What were you doing?" My Dad asked. I shrugged, I have a habit of shrugging. "I mainly slept." I said, uninterested in talking at the moment. Dad shrugged, "Alright."

I continued to eat my burrito when my sister started making unfunny jokes. I zoned out for most of the time until I heard my Dad slam his fist onto the table, startling me.

I looked around, Dad's face was red with anger, my sister's face was red and puffy with tears streaming from her eyes, and my mom was looking exhausted. "I HATE YOU, YOU ALWAYS YELL AT ME." My sister shrieked at my Dad before jumping out of her seat and running to her room, sobbing.

Dad also exited the table and stormed upstairs to his office, angrily grabbing his newspaper as he did so.

I looked to my mom, "What just happened?" I asked. Taking another bite of my burrito. Mom sighed, "Your sister made a joke and Dad took it the wrong way. They eventually started screaming at each other causing Anna to start crying." Mom explained.

I nodded, this happened about every single dinner. I stood up and out of my chair, picking up my dish and putting it in the dishwasher.

After I loaded up the dishwasher, I came over and hugged my Mom. "Hey Mom, how about we watch Criminal Minds after we clean up?" I suggested, trying to raise her mood. She nodded, "Sure, let's clean up." She said.

——Time Skip

We cleaned up and headed downstairs to the basement where the big TV was. We sat down and I grabbed the remote, turning on Netflix and switching on the most recent episode.

We peacefully watched the show. But I was distracted. My mind was filled with "I hope everything will be okay in the morning."

But who knows, maybe nothing will be okay, like it always has been.

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Sorry it's a bit short and kinda rushed, I wasn't planning on writing a chapter so yea

Also I don't remember if I grammar checked this so don't mind me