Society Killed The Teenager

Chapter Sixteen/"Bear?"

"Hunter?"

I open my eyes and expect the see Hunter standing over me with a slightly concerned face, but instead I see a nurse with her clipboard on the side of my bed, the smell of cleaning alcohol burning my nose hairs.

"Honey, do you know why you're here?"

Her eyes are still on her clipboard and her voice sounds like she would rather be doing anything else but helping people.

I start to sit up but my head starts to pound so I let myself lay down again.

"No." I whisper, clutching my head and closing my eyes, trying to remember anything of what happened.

"This young man came inside the hospital with you in his arms and said that you passed out and hit your head pretty hard on the floor."

I nod and open my eyes, the blinding white light making me regret my decision.

"What was the boy's name that brought me in here?" I ask, my eyes still closed, trying to concentrate on how and who brought me here.

"A young man by the name of..." She flips a couple papers and clears her throat. "Adam Williamson."

My heart sinks and I nod my head, not wanting to remember how I passed out on our date and the fact that he has a girlfriend.

I hear some footsteps and the door close and I open my eyes a tiny bit and see multiple shapes standing around my bed, just looking at me.

"Hi Bear." Someone says, but I can't tell who it is.

I remain silent and just stare at them, trying to figure out who they are.

"This is Mrs. Woods and standing next to me is my husband, Mr. Wood and our daughter that you met a couple weeks ago."

Then I start recognizing the shapes.

This is Hunter's mom and dad.

And that little blob down there is his little sister.

"I know you're probably wondering if Hunter is here, but he's at home with Joe. Thank you, by the way, for getting him and that girl out of his room."

I nod my head slowly and smile.

"Is Hunter doing any better with his personality?" I whisper out.

Mrs. Woods dips her head down and Mr. Woods clears his throat loudly, grasping on to his daughter.

"Um...he's been quiet since you left and I believe he's thinking about a lot of things. Whatever you said to him, it made him think twice about everything."

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I stay in the hospital bed, just thinking about what I'm going to do about Hunter and Adam.

Trying to figure out which one is better for me and which one is actually in love with me.

"Hey sweetie, I'm just checking in to see how you're doing."

A male doctor walks in to my room and buries his head in a clipboard, flipping through pages and writing some things down.

"I'm fine." I say, my voice low and docile.

The doctor puts down the clipboard and sits down on my bed, making it dent and making me roll closer to him.

I push myself away from him.

"I checked your brain for anything wrong and luckily, everything was fine," he pauses and I can tell that there's going to be a but in there somewhere.

"Do you know where your mother is right now?"

I laugh a little.

"She's at home with my sister. She never comes to the hospital, she hates seeing me."

The doctor nods and clears his throat.

"So we've been observing you and we've found something...interesting."

He gets off my bed and walk to the front of it, the clipboard clutched in his arms again.

"The time that you got here, we got an idea as to what was wrong with you and we checked it out, but we were wrong. By monitoring your behavior, we've figured out that you had Situational Depression. People can get this when there's a divorce or you have trouble with your family."

"But I had this?" I say, sitting up in my bed.

He nods his head.

"Yes. Maybe this type of depression happened when you were littler, but as time progressed and you didn't get any help, the disorder worsened and now you have something called Major Depression and Bipolar Disorder."

What?

"Now this is easily managed by medicine and some social work. We can give you some good social workers for you and your family to see and here's some medicine that you should start to take..."

"No." I struggle out.

He stops talking and looks at me.

"You need help. You haven't been yourself in a very long time."

I shake my head and start to get out of the bed, immediatly getting dizzy.

"We still need you to rest here for a little bit." The doctor pushes me back down in the bed and I lift the covers over my arms.

"You need to take this medicine." He says softly.

I can feel the tears in my eyes.

"Listen doc, my mom doesn't give two shits if I have problems. She doesn't care about me and she's not going to pay money for a child she wishes she never had."

The doctor just stands there.

"I'm sure she loves..."

"She doesn't."

I turn on my side and cover my head with the blankets, silently telling him that he should go away.

I hear some footsteps and a door open and close and I peek my head out to check and see if he's gone.

Sure enough, I'm alone.

I take the covers off my head and sit up, grasping my hair and pulling at it, sobbing but I try not to be loud so that they don't hear me.

I start to pull at my hair and the tears run down my cheek and on to my neck.

I close my eyes and take some deep breathes, trying to calm myself down.

I hear the door open and close, then a loud intake of breathe from someone standing right in front of the door.

"Doc, I told you to leave me alone."

There's isn't a response.

I open my eyes and I gasp.

"Bear?"