Happy pill

7. The meeting

Contains: Violence, bad language, depressive/sad, drugs
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I had no idea who I was gonna meet. My last lesson ended and it was couple minutes past three. I walked to the first floor, A hall. There was no one. I decided that if I don't see this stalker in five minutes I will leave.

I waited. And waited. It was 3.12pm. I sighed and saying in my head 'Just a joke'. But when I was ready to leave, there door went. Mike.

Mike? What he's doing here? Was that note from him?

"Mike?" I breathed.

"Hey Ches" he said smiling, "You saw my note"

"It was from you!" I pointed at him, "What is it? Why you wanted to meet?"

"I.. Uhhh.. I'm actually... I don't know how to say, this.." he scratched his head and he blushed.

I raised my eyebrows. "Just say it"

"Uhh... I prefer showing.." He said and suddenly his hand was behind my neck.

He pulled me close and brushed his lips against mine. He kissed me. He kissed me. I was in shock, I was kissing with my love. Didn't take long and my body relaxed, and I kissed him back. Mike pushed me to lean on the wall. His hand wandered on my hip. He begged with his tongue to open my mouth. I opened my mouth to take little air, and Mike used his change. He slipped his tongue in, and our tongues touched. Damn, he tastes good. A soft and low moan escaped from my lips, and I felt Mike smiled. That was a long and amazing kiss.

When he pulled away, he watched deep into my eyes, breathing little hard. "I'm in love with you"

What.

"Wow.. I-I mean... I thought you were straight?" I stuttered.

"Well... I'm not" Mike made a cute smile, blushing.

"How what- I saw you with one girl, she jumped on your neck one day"

"What? You mean- she was Jessica, my twin. We're really close siblings" he explained.

Oh. But I still don't know how to feel. I mean, of course I'm so damn happy, but kinda sad. I'm not a great person to fall in love.

"Mike.. I.." I tried to stutter, but words didn't come out.

"What now?" Mike asked, his hand still on my hip.

"Don't. No no, don't. I'm not a good person. I will hurt everyone who loves me and I don't wanna hurt you"

"What? Chester I fucking love you, I can't help it... Believe me, you're a good person" he said and stroked softly my cheek by his thumb.

"I'm just gonna break your heart, without meaning it. Don't fall in love with me"

"Chester you have to trust yourself. I believe in you. You're amazing and gorgeous, please don't push me away"

I didn't know what to say. I watched down, and took a deep breath. "I... I don't wanna you break your heart" I muttered.

"Chester.... Do you love me?" he asked, pulling my chin up.

Shock. Panic. Out. Now. Fresh air now.

"I have to go now" I said, realizing it was almost 3.30pm.

"What Ches? Don't go"

"I have to" I said and quickly walked away. I could feel Mike's eyes on my back.

"Hey Ches!" Mike said suddenly, when I was about to open the door.

"Yeah?" I turned.

"Can I have your number?"

"Fine" I said my number, and Mike wrote it down. I heard him saying "I will call you".

I was so late. I ran the whole way home. It took only 12 minutes. Fuck, I just can't use the door. I ran to back yard, and to the ladders. I always leave my window little open. I crawled into my room, doing no noise.

I held my breath, moving slowly. One hour passed. I was scared like hell. I heard some yelling from downstair. Then I heard my dad saying something what almost stopped my breathing. He said "Fucking lord, of course he used the window"

I couldn't move. I was too scared. I heard hard footsteps from the stairs. Running wouldn't help me anyway, my dad always finds me, and then he beats me even worse. One tear fell down to my cheek, I don't wanna die tonight...

I was so lost in my thoughts, I didn't even notice that my dad was standing on the door. His eyes were filled with pure anger and hate. Why did he and mom even made me, when they both hate me so much?

I gulped, taking step backs. "I-I-I am so sorry, I had-" I stuttered, but my dad didn't let me finish.

"Of course you're sorry! You're always so sorry! How idiot you are? When you fucking get it, that when you come late you'll get hurt?!" he shouted.

"Hurting is not the right way"

"It's the best way to teach you how feel the pain" he said and gripped my shirt.

He held my shirt so tightly, that I couldn't escape. I waved my hands around. But it didn't help anything. Dad punched my face. I winced of the pain. I closed my eyes, feeling like my face was burning. The old scars in my face, they opened again. Little blood started to flow on my face. I said quietly "Don't"

But dad didn't hear me. He punched me harder and threw me on the floor. I held my face. My tears mixed with the blood. My voice was weak, and I couldn't speak loud. "Please stop" Even I couldn't hear it well.

My dad kicked my ribs. I closed my eyes and yelled. I quietly cursed all the bad words I knew. I just wished I was dead. I don't wanna live a life like this.

"Maybe that's enough. And I hope you know what happens if you tell anyone about this. I swear I will beat your ass until it hits your brain" he said and walked out of my room, slamming it so hard it almost dropped out.

I started to cry. What I did wrong to have parent like him? I don't know did my rib just break, but it hurt so fucking much. On my face was little blood. I hate my father. After many many minutes of just laying on the floor, I weakly got up. My legs felt so numb. All I wanted to do is escape. Just, run far away and never come back. Maybe in to Europe, or Australia. Or Mexico. Somewhere far from my dad. But I can't. I'm sixteen, i'm underage. I've lived like this for too long. I miss old me. I miss that laughing 8 years old Chester. I was happy. But now, I can't remember how to feel happy. Something happened when I turned to 10. Everything changed. My dad started to beat me, and my mom drink. I was 11 when I started to smoke and do drugs. I got my first anxiety attack when I was 12. Also around those times I started to feel depressed. I stopped eating at 13. I started to self harm when I was 14 and half. I can still remember my first cut. It's just a thing you never forget. It totally changed my life. I was about 15 when I was diagnosed to depression, but I think I've been depressed longer, like, many years. Too many years.

I walked into bathroom, and washed my face from that blood. I coughed. I don't know how long I can take this. I sat on the toilet's cover and opened the sack of my drugs. I took eight of them, throwing them all to my mouth. I swallowed them and immediately felt their effect. I felt so relaxed, numb. I didn't feel the pain at all.

Just little later, I started to feel weird. My stomach started to flow around and tasted... Vomit? I coughed and everything turned to dizzy. I couldn't see well. What is happening? Have to be those pills... I got up but I couldn't walk. I fell down to the floor, and a very high noise surrounded my head. Did I take too many pills?

Suddenly, the noise stopped, everything stopped. I felt nothing. I saw only black.