Creep

Chapter Nine

You're the best friend. That I ever had. I've been with you such a long time. You're my sunshine and I want you to know that my feelings are true.~ Queen

I didn't attend school the next day. My mom stayed home with me, she always does when I get into my moods. I am so lucky to have her.

"I love you mom. I'm sorry that I cause so much trouble." I stated bluntly.

"Oh honey, I love you too. And, no worries, you're worth the trouble." She laughed.

Ironic isn't it? She always knows exactly what to say. I gave her a soft hug.

"Thanks."

I watched as mom gathered my medication. She placed it on the table where I sat, and I watched as the pile grew.

"Here you go, make sure to take them all." Mother directed as she does just about every morning.

She often gets worried that I'll forget to take them, sometimes she'll even call me during class to make sure I don't forget. Although my teachers do mind, they "understand where [my] mom is coming from", and also know that I'm a fairly quick learner, so if I miss anything I could make it up on my own. Another good thing about my teachers "understanding" is that I get extra excused absences, just in case I miss a few days over the limit.

When I finally finished swallowing each capsule, Mom placed a bowl of cereal in front of me, and herself.

She smiled, "Isn't it nice hanging out, just me and you?"

I nodded, a fake smile on my face.

"Hey Mom, if it's alright with you I'd rather not eat right now."

"Oh okay, I understand, " she frowned, "I talked to Dr. Springfield last night on the phone, and we scheduled an appointment today for 3:00."

"Alright."

"I'll be sitting in, Doctor's request."

"Alr-Alri..." I began to stutter pretty harshly so I stopped mid-word, and went outside for a walk.

I've always been a fan of going on walks. Although I am a fairly lazy person and sometimes rather fall asleep than take a piss, I enjoy them.

My hair was greasy and un-brushed, I was still in my flannel pajamas, and yet I couldn't care less. There was barely anyone out anyway, most people were at work or at school.

I wandered over to my favorite oak tree and sat under it. I began to think about what people think about a lot. Which got me thinking of the person who discovered milk, I mean, think about it, what kind of person walked up to a cow and thought "I'm going to pull on those pink things and see what happens", which leads to the even more disturbing thought, why did they drink the white liquid that came out?

And why is it that only some animals are acceptable to eat while eating others is thought of as wrong? Like, why do Americans think it is so wrong for the Viennese to eat cats, or Koreans to eat silk worms, or the South Pacific to eat dogs, or Cambodians to eat spiders; when they eat animals like rabbit?

I mean why is it right to eat any animal? They're so gentile and sweet, and don't deserve to be treated the way they are.

Imagine being a poor, defenseless animal watching as a hunter carefully makes his or her way toward you with a maniacal smile on their face, finding joy in taking your life. Watching as the trigger is pulled, and the grayish bullet is quickly making its way toward you. You try to run but the bullet is ten times your speed. After about two split seconds, you're hit. Blood oozing from your broken skull as the bones in your body begin to collapse. All the pain, and suffering just to please people who could substitute meat for something more healthy and less violent.