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von didn't let me get my medicine. the car ride back made me so nervous. i couldn't bite my nails anymore because they were so short, and i'm sure if i bit them anymore they would bleed.
i have bipolar disorder. when i was going back and forth between my room and the bathroom, i had forgotten to grab my medicine from my night stand. i put it there so that it would be the first thing i saw when i got up, which would remind me to take it.
now we're back at whoever's house this is, and the bank has called. when i found out that i had bipolar disorder, i thought that adding limits and an emergency contact would be best.
in my manic phase, i'm usually very energetic and willing to go out and spend money. i asked them to put the system on my account so that; one: i could stop myself from doing any real damage to my financials while in a manic episode and two: so that my mom would know i was probably in a manic episode.
my mother and father are the only people who know about my disorder. i didn't tell jay because we don't talk, or my grandparents because some older family members can get real judgmental when it comes to mental health and what not. for any other family member, it just wasn't any of their business.
the bank would probably call my mom now, to let her know that i've taken out five thousand in two days. i gotta think of something and quick.
"what the fuck was that about?" von stated at me from the chair in the room. it was so unnerving and made me uncomfortable.
"i forgot that i set for there to be a hold on my account after i take out a certain amount of money in a span of days. it's just to make sure that i'm responsible with my money." i knew i would have to tell von at some point about my bipolar disorder, but i hated telling people.
telling people makes them treat you like a nut case and like you're a not regular person anymore. they become all hypersensitive to what they say and do when in reality, i'm just the same person.
von looked pissed off. now that i knew he actually had a gun, and not like some fake prop, i was a lot more scared of him. "you and your brother be playing games and it's gone get both y'all asses killed."
i took a step back. "i be playing games? i didn't ask anyone to be in this position. i still don't even know what's going on completely. how is me being a responsible person my fault?"
von stood up and walked over to me. von had a good head or two over me. i was only 5'2 and he looked to be around 5'8? he was scary. i took another step back and my back hit a wall. i tried to move but von stood right in from of me. my phone started ringing.
