Good Luck Anna

Friendship

A few hours later, I'm wandering through the pharmacy while Alex is next door in the doctors, I use the money Edward gave me to get myself some toiletries Alex wouldn't think to have bought with the shopping yesterday.

Picking up a cute rainbow pill holder each day is beautifully vibrant, it would be hard to miss if I get it for Alex. At least this will help us both keep track of what he is taking daily.

My phone pings as I readjust my arms to l wrestle it out of my pocket. I had text Thomas this morning after I calmed down from my breakdown. Initially was confused to why the usual speed texter hadn't replied over an hour later until to occurred to me that school is back on.

We haven't even broached the subject of when I will be returning and after my destructive behavior this morning, I highly doubt anyone will try to force me anytime soon.

Thomas: Are you fucking serious! Your dad is a total monster. Do you want me to come over after school? I can bring junk food

He sends a whole row of angry faces and a buzz of warmth zaps through me at his words, with the thought that Thomas would leave school to take a forty-five-minute train journey in the opposite direction of his house just to check in on me tonight. I don't think anyone outside of family and Becca has ever been this caring to me.

Anna: I really appreciate that, but you don't need to. I will request your assistance on Saturday though, I might have ripped the paper from my walls and now need to redecorate.

In typical Thomas fashion the response takes less than a minute to arrive.

Thomas: Are you alright?

Tears well in my eyes, no of course I'm not OK, quite the opposite but I don't want to saddle him with it especially when he is at school for half the day.

The lady behind the counter has a sympathetic look on her face, that's when I realise that I am crying right in front of the pregnancy tests, maybe I should grab one, so my emotional outburst makes more sense.

Instead, I hurry to the counter and pay for my stuff before responding to Thomas.

Anna: Yip I'm fine don't worry about me.

Thomas: You're lying to me, I don't like it.

Anna: We can talk about it on Saturday if you want to come over.

Thomas: I will hold you to that. I would love to come over Saturday. I can still bring junk food.

Anna: Yay! Thank you! You are the best.

Thomas: Yeah, don't you forget it. will talk later got to go back to hell now.

Anna: Haha! Have fun in hell.

When they returned to the car Alex was in a rough state he paced back and forth for half an hour before he was able to get inside to go home. Alex has been mute the entire time, making me so glad that he doesn't need to also talk to a psychologist toady, that would absolutely undo him.

In the house Alex rakes out some scrapers, we remove the rest of my wallpaper. The music emanating from our speaker is the only noise between us, both too lost in our heads to even attempt to form words.

Alex starts his new medication on Thursday then spent most of the night wrapped around the toilet, nausea overwhelming him constantly. The doctor recommended Mirtazapine since its good for helping with PTSD as well. Sadly it also makes him extra tired, so the cleaning has ramped up significantly over the past few days.

He has also been prescribed Diazepam for his anxiety, the box still remains unopened since in his words the fear of getting addicted to it outweighs being trapped in a panic attack.