Wings

Prescriptions

~~"Always laugh when you can, it is cheap medicine." ~George Gordon Byron~~

The next morning I awoke and changed into warm clothing. Remembering that I still had an essay to do, I hurried down the stairs to the kitchen to grab some breakfast.

Not surprisingly, Jack was already eating. He nodded at me in greeting as I took the empty chair across from him. Judging by the bags under his eyes I could tell he had probably been up all night working on homework.

"Good morning," I said, my voice was still raw from having just woken up.

"Morning," he mumbled back.

I poured myself a bowl of cereal and then got up for a glass of milk.

Jack finished eating before me and had muttered a farewell before walking back up to his room to study.

Soon after he left I finished my bowl of cereal and set the dirty dish in the sink, silently reminding myself to do the dishes before Maggie got home.

Then I returned up to my room and spent the next two hours working diligently on my English essay. Although it was my favorite subject and I loved the challenge of my topic, I had to admit to myself that my brain was exhausted. Which meant that it would be in my essay's best interest if I took a break.

So I slipped on a pair of boots, grabbed my coat, and wrapped a scarf around my neck before stepping outside into the cold air.

I decided to go for a walk to clear my thoughts and help refresh my mind. I often found that if I worked on something for too long and didn't take a break in between; the results weren't as good as when I took a break and cleared my brain.

As I had hoped, walking really helped clear my thoughts and relax. Already I felt calmer and my thoughts weren't clouded with ideas for my essay.

I was just about ready to head back towards the house when my eye caught a glimpse of something to my right. I whirled around to catch sight of it and realized that the shadows were back. Nothing was there, nothing was ever there.

Frustrated with myself, I started walking towards where I had seen the shadow. Of course, the shadow had disappeared and was not seen anywhere else.

I suddenly remembered last night and how the shadow boy had saved me from getting hit by that car. I was starting to think that I had just imagined being saved by someone. Could it have been my imagination? Could I have saved myself by reflexively rolling to the side? Surely it was my adrenaline that had kicked in and saved me from getting killed, not some imaginary person!

I could t take this any longer, I felt like I was going insane! Unable to resist the thought any longer, I knew I had to face it: I needed help.

After all, this could be a variety of logical conditions like hallucinations or some sort of symptom of a disease. It would be in my best interest to see my doctor as soon as possible and finally get the help I needed.

Suddenly sure if this decision, I walked back to the house and walked to the kitchen. I grabbed the phone from the wall and grabbed the phone book for my doctor's number. Slowly I dialed the number and waited for an answer.

"Hello?" A woman's voice answered from the other end.

"Yes, I'd like to make an appointment to see my doctor please." I said to the secretary.

"What's your name and which doctor would you like to see?"

"Doctor Schultz, please, and this is Raley Morgan speaking." I answered.

"All right just a minute please, Miss Morgan." She said.

A few moments later I heard her voice again, "And when would you like to come in for this appointment, mam?"