echo house ✮°。( wolf pack )

( oi )

Pills rattle, rather obnoxiously, in a clear orange bottle before the girl grips it tightly in her pale hands. It was said these pills were meant to help her focus, and for her mother's sake, to be normal again. What normal is in her mother's eyes: a girl with an excellent GPA, leadership roles in school council and the cheer squad, a decent boyfriend, and obviously, emotional stability. The problem with this is, she didn't have any of that, except for the fairly high GPA. 

She was what classmates called a 'teacher's pet.' She always sat on the left side of the room, foot tapping and waiting for the bell to ring. Between her sitting down and then, she was fair game for teachers to call on her to solve a problem at the blackboard. And she did so quietly. The teachers were impressed from the first time and made her an example for her peers. Too bad the rumor mill hadn't reached the teachers' ears before then, it would've made her life much easier.

 You may be asking, what rumors? 

Which rumor, should be what you really ask. 

Honestly, just take a guess and you may be near the ball park.

"The doctor didn't get you a new prescription for you to stare at it."

Palms sweating, she looks up at the older woman with features she possesses herself; copper red hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. If the woman wasn't scowling, she'd remember the beauty of her mother's eyes when smiling, but she'd long forgotten how to smile.

And it was all her fault.

A deep sigh follows, "For Christ's sake."

Flinching with hands now empty, she stares widely at her mother who roughly opens the bottle to pour out a couple of pills. Once more, she flinches as the woman grips one of her arms and slaps the pills into her hand as if she was training a toddler to hold a spoon.

The pills were green a white, and each side did its own thing; a two for one, applying focus while her 'inner thoughts' would be compressed. It made it easier for her to stay in the present and not drift off in the middle of class, which would often get her detention.

"Remi Marie, take the damn pills." Her mother, Idris Preston, watched her every move like a hawk; a similar hawk on its hunt for prey.

The girl, Remi, shakily exhales as she pops the horrid tasting pills in her mouth, and without water, swallowed. She didn't have to look up at her mother, as she grimaced at the chalky flavor in the back of her tongue, to see she was not nearly satisfied with her reaction. 

"Unbelievable." Her mother, Idris Preston, shook her head at the shaking girl before she saw the clock on the wall behind her. Her hands slammed hard on the kitchen counter, not noticing her daughter flinching again. "Damnit, you're making me late again!"

In a flurry a bright orange dress suit and a luke-warm coffee, Idris was pushing herself onto her five inch heels and jogging to the front door of the apartment in haste. She barely bid her daughter of 15 goodbye, but that was normal for her. She never did say seem to care.

It was as the door closed that Remi could breathe again.

Her chest deflated, and she slumped forward into the counter.

A chirp sounded from her phone. 

7:00 AM ALARM  | bus in 10 minutes!

She flipped the phone back onto the counter, closing her eyes for just a moment. It was silent, most of the time it was after taking the pills. No thoughts but her own seemed to haunt her. She didn't know if that was a good thing or bad thing. Bad thing. Its a bad thing, right?