life is never easy a.i

12

"Ashton come here!" My dad yells from downstairs.

I open my eyes. Ugh i'm so tired. I take my phone of my nightstand, it's Saturday, no school. I sigh happily and sink back in my bed, trying to go to sleep once again.

"Ashton wake up!" My dad yells.

I shot up straight.

"Come downstairs!"

Immediately all the sleep leaves my body. What have i done wrong?

I get out of bed and put some sweatpants and a random shirt on. I quickly skip off the stairs and walk to the living room.

"Ah ashton, i went and got your medication for you as you were still asleep." My dad tells me. While getting the bottles out of the box. I just give them a look.

Jeez, my therapist must really think i went crazy. It wasn't that bad right?

I pick up the list and look it over.

Irwin, A.

depression: 1 a day.

Insomnia: 1 a day, take it in the evening half a hour before you go to bed.

Posttraumatic stress disorder: 1 a day.

Anxiety: only if you feel a panick attack coming or if you have a panick attack.

You probably don't know which name of medication belonges to the different problems so i made it easy for you. On the bottle you can see the name of the problem instead of the name of the medication. I did the same with the list above. Take care.

Mr. Sparks

Alone his name makes me want to puke. And the way he says problems too.

"Oh ashton, we want you to go to therapy more often. So instead of two times a week you will now be going 3 times." My mom says, like it's nothing. Like it wont ruïn my life. Okay, maybe i'm overreacting a little. But it ain't fun to spent your free time talking about your problems.

"And we got you this pill container storage thing. We put it on the counter in the kitchen" my dad speaks.

I walk to the kitchen and see the pill container. It has a separate compartment for every day of the week. Alright, whatever.

I walk to the stairs. But before i can climb up and go to my room my mom speaks up.

"Ashton come here"

I sigh and walk back.

"What-" i begin but stop once i see her hand with the three pills in it. She hands me the pills over and gives me a glass of water.

I quickly swallow them.

The taste is disgusting.

My mom smiles, at least someone is happy i took those.

"We are going out tommorow, do you want to choose somewhere to go or can we choose?" She asks.

Shit, i don't want to go somewhere with them.

"Uh we don't have to go, you know. I don't mind" i try.

"No ash, we want to spend time with you" my mom says.

My dad nods. And picks up a newspaper and starts reading. My mom goes to the kitchen.

I walk to my room.

I have to go now.

My life sucks.

I sigh and lie down on my bed.