Prom kings

°8. Pill diet

Tom

''Jay has been away for a long time, hasn't he?'' I turn around to Nikky, who is asking the question. ''Yeah, I'll look for him!'' I shout back. I hand my drink to Liam and walk out of the gym. He said he was going to the toilet. As soon as I enter the bathroom, I stop. Michelle is standing right in front of me with a knife in her hands. There's tick red blood running down it. "What the.." I glance beside her and find Jay lying unconscious. His eyes are widened, and blood is flowing out of his chest. I slam my hand on my mouth. "Sorry, got to take a piss..." Liam joins the scene. "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!" He yells on the top of his lungs. "I did this for me and Tommy.." Michelle squeaks. "You've got to be kidding me... you're on drugs." I yell back. "He was in our way Honey~.." She continues to add. She tries to get closer with those bloody hands. "First off, don't call me that and second, keep those disgusting hands off me.." I hackle back. Tears are forming in my eyes and Liam has his hand placed on my shoulder. Mister Brown enters too. "WHAT THE... everyone out!!" He shouts at us. Suddenly we are outside. The smokers, who had been outside, hurried back indoors. The sirens of the ambulance and police are getting closer. Nikky joined us too. We three are standing together, trying to calm ourselves down. Parents' cars are pulling up, first there's Liam's then Nikky's and then Jay's. They look at me with a soft and warm smile, just like Jay used to have. I can hear how his mother is starting to break down. Her voice is breaking every few seconds and the rest is quiet, they leave to go back in with another teacher, Misses Daniels. ''I couldn't get ahold of your father, Michelle..'' Said Mr. Brown. Suddenly my mum's red Volkswagen pulls up. ''Thomas Jacob Fisher, what in the world did you do that made me come to school at 1:20am?!'' She shouts whilst approaching me.''Misses Miller, Tom did nothing.'' Mr. Brown explains to my mother. ''It's not me, it's that monster over there!'' I shout pointing towards Michelle's direction. ''Oh please! I did it for a good reason!'' She yells back. ''Michelle did what? What did she do?'' Mom now has a feared look on her face. ''She..'' Mr Brown takes a deep breath before continuing his sentence. '''She stabbed Jay Smith in his chest. It's not looking well for him. Paramedics are taking care of him..'' Mom turns to face Michelle. ''MICHELLE MILLER, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW ASHAMED I AM RIGHT NOW!!" She scolds her. ''OH PLEASE MOM I HAVE A FUCKING REASON!!'' Me, Liam and Nikky look at each other for a moment while their argument is getting more heated. ''Mom? why did she call you mom?'' I question. ''Oh fuck..'' she murmurs under her breath. ''Look Tom and Michelle, this isn't easy to say, but you guys are siblings..'' My eyes widen. ''Wait, so I killed Jay for absolutely no reason?'' Mom stays silent trying to remain calm. ''YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE KILLED ANYONE IN THE FIRST PLACE!!'' She argued back. They keep arguing back and forth whilst hours pass by. I suddenly am in a police station getting questioned from left to right. Then, I am in a doctor's office, because I am 'acting strange'. ''So Mr. Fisher, what brings you in today?'' the so-called doctor 'Robert' asks me. ''He's been down for a long time, it's been going on for weeks doctor!'' My mother places her hand on mine. ''You're exaggerating mom..'' I hiss back. ''No I'm not! You've been looking depressed for the past 2 weeks!'' I sigh and look at the left side of the office. ''Well.. I've seen the news. A student killing another student because of jealousy.. did that happen at your school Tom?'' I nod slowly. ''It did.. my sister killed my boyfriend..'' The doctor crosses his arms and nods. ''Alright.. Well, let me run some quick tests on you.'' I nod. The test was a piece of paper with questions on it. I didn't know what it was so I just took it. ''The results show that you likely have PTSD and depression.'' I look at my doctor for a moment. ''No I dont.'' I reply. ''Yes you do.'' he remarks. ''I don't? Do I look depressed like you? Do I seem emo?'' He chuckles slightly. ''Depression isn't something you can see from the outside, Tom'' I nod it sarcasm and keep listening to him talk for what feels like an eternity. "You can pick up your medication at 1pm." My mother nods and takes the recipe. "Thank you, Doctor Robert's." I stand up and shake his hand as well. The sun is shining in my face. "First we're going to pick your medicine up." I roll my eyes in reply whilst getting in the car. "I'm not sick!!" I yell. She turns to me with a stern look on her face. "You are! Maybe not physically but you are mentally!" She shouts back as an answer. "I'm not really! The only fucking thing I want is Jay back which is absolutely normal.. SINCE HE WAS MY FUCKING BOYFRIEND!! HAVE YOU SEEN HOW FUCKING HAPPY I WAS WITH HIM?!" I scream back. "THOMAS I KNOW YOU'RE HURT AND IT'S NORMAL SO PLEASE JUST BARE WITH ME. YOUR SISTER IS IN A MENTAL HOSPITAL NOTHING WILL HAPPEN." She yells in my face. I sigh looking out the window. As we get home. I stare at the huge jar of antidepressants the doctor gave me. "I'm going to pay your sister a quick visit. Don't do anything weird!" My mother calls out as she leaves. The drawing I was supposed to give Jay after prom is lying on the table looking useless. I start to form tears in my eyes. "He never was the finished product.." I whimper whilst trying to calm down. I place the original picture next to the drawing. It's pretty accurate. I open the jar of pills, they are blue with a sign of green. Just like Jay's eyes. I stand up from the chair I've been sitting in. I take a glass and fill it with water. I place it next to the jar. I keep looking at it for a bit. How many will make my depression go away? 10? Maybe 20? I take a handful, dropping them one by one in my mouth whilst chugging the glass of water I poured myself. My vision starts to get blurry and my head is starting to spin. Before I let myself fall on the table I look at the drawing again. I feel a soft smile appear on my face. I think it worked...