Spirited

Chapter Three

     I'm in a forest. I'm six years old. I squeal when Alexis comes around the corner and scares me. We laugh when I fall on my butt. Mom and dad come up to us and bring us to our picnic table. They had already put out the food. Alexis and I stuff our faces with Nutella sandwiches. Then mom and dad start acting, how do you say, peculiar. That's the day they had told us about the 'new addition'.
    Suddenly I'm in a hospital room. I see the triplets. I'm now eight. We all looked at them in awe. We saw the cutes little things sleeping in our arms. Mom, Alexis and I were holding one.
   Then came the best day. Willow learning how to walk. She stands up. I'm sitting on my knees waiting for her to come to me. I'm eleven. She brings her foot up and starts walking. I start crying at the beautiful moment. Willow squeals and I can't help but smile and laugh.
   That's when I wake. I'm not in a hospital, but I'm not home either. No one is here. There's a heart monitor connected to my chest. I feel different. I feel alone, empty, heart broken. I want to cry but I already have a headache.
   "Hey December." says a quiet voice. I turn my head to the right. I see mom by the doorway. Tears start collecting immediately. Mom comes to my side and sits in a chair.
"I'm sorry, I should have told you how I felt. I just didn't know how," I whisper quietly. Mom takes my hand. Tears start streaming down my face. I don't want comfort. I want to move my hand, but I can't. I physically can't move my hand, let alone feel it. I scream in frustration. Images creep into my mind. I see the first time I decided to cut myself. I had cut myself on my palm. That was the first time I had hated life. It was exactly two years ago yesterday.
My screams is the only thing I can hear. Finally I stop screaming and cry softly. My head is pounding. When I look over to where my mom was, she isn't here. But there's someone else. He stands with a clip board looking at me with deep brown eyes.
"Where..." I gasp for more air, "... am... I?"
"There's no need for an interrogation,"says the man. My eyes readjust to the light. The man has slick back black hair, and fair skin. He wears a lab coat and glasses. "Just relax."
"How can I, possibly, relax if I don't know where the HECK I am?" I pester. He nods his head and sits down.
"You are in a therapeutic hospital. This is just to help you for a day or so until you are in control. You'll be back on your feet before you go to school in two days." he says, matter of factly.
"Your insane. What do you think your giving me? Depression pills, o-or shots that get of depression? I may not be the doctor here, but the only way to get out of depression is to have your loved ones reassure you that they truly do love you. Isn't that right, sir? COMMON SENSE!" I yell. But I wasn't done yet? "THE ONLY WAY I'LL EVER GET OUT OF DEPRESSION IS IF THE PEOPLE I LOVE SHOW ME THAT THEY TRULY LOVE ME AND DON'T HATE ME. ONCE THEY KNOW HOW TO LOVE ME MAYBE I'LL LEARN HOW TO LOVE THEM TOO!" I explain. I mean every word I say. They got me into this they are bringing me out. But my mom seemed to never leave my side.
"Your right December. But you can't be missing school. This was an executive decision that your parents and I decided." he tells me. My breath is taken away.
"You made an executive decision without the input of the patient?" I ask.
"Well, yes. It's my job to get you out of depression, and it's your parents job to lead me in the right direction." explains the doctor.
"Doctor... uhhhhh," I start.
"Kenneth."
"Doctor Kenneth, have you ever wondered what thoughts go through the mind of someone one with depression?" I ask.
"No, please, enlighten me."
"We wonder why we were ever created. Why we were ever wanted. And mostly we question everything we do, even if we are good at it. How bout you put all of that in your tests and discoveries." I smirk. Dr. Kenneth has a scowl on his face.
"Will do." he says after a moment. He turns around and walks away. Only, when I'm alone for the first time, do I realize that I'm stuck.  I hadn't realized it before. I don't like this. I feel trapped. I want out. I start thrashing around, but still, stuck.
    I feel a sting at the small of my back, and I'm out like a light.

   When I wake I'm at home. In my bed. My mom has her hand on my forehead. I shiver at her touch.
  "Good morning," she whispers.
  "Good morning," I choke on my words. I lift my arm and wrap it around her. I bring her close, so she knows that I'm glad she's here.
  "School starts tomorrow. I hope your ready," she says. Her hair is up in a bun and she looks like she's been crying. I was the cause of her crying, I just know it. I sigh.
   "Yeah, I'm ready." I tell her. A smile creeps onto her face.
   "I contacted some friends of mine and there going to be coming to our house for dinner tonight. I hope it's ok." mom explains. I can tell that she wants to have company. I nod.
   "What family is it?" I ask.
   "The Royce's, they contacted me about a week ago, and said that they wanted to have a dinner before the end of the summer." mom states. I don't know what to say. I just can't get the thought of Peter coming to my house out of my head. I feel a smile creep onto my face. "Why you smiling?"
   I tell her everything that happened two days ago. I told her about everything until dad had come in. I was right at the part where Peter was telling me about his family of goofs. My smile went away, and my face went slack.
   "I see how it is now. You only want your mother to hear your good stories and fun times," he walks towards me and sits on my bed. "Why are you so different around me when you are so normal around your mom. I'm your dad. I deserve to know what's going on. Aaand I want to know why the Royce's are coming over tonight. We're going to have to feed like fifteen people."
   "Yes I know, but December will have to be more social and I thought this would be a good idea for the whole family." mom says. I just look at my father. He doesn't seem to be a very good father recently. Why am I doubting my own family? Why haven't I seen my sisters? Or my brothers?
   "Where are my brothers and sisters? Why haven't I seen them at all?" I ask. My mom takes my hand and my dad follows but I don't allow him to take my hand.
   "Your father has forbidden them to see you until you are under control. I have never been so disappointed with him. I don't want to ruin the relationships with your brothers and sisters. But your father made the final decision and all of your siblings agreed with him and aren't seeing you until you are under control." she starts crying, loudly and ferociously. My mouth is open and tears are collecting behind my eyes. My father sits there proudly, like he's done something right.
   "December, you'll see them soon. You just have to get under control first!" he says.
   "Get out!" I whisper. He just stares at me. "GET... OUT!" I yell. He leaves. I join my mom and cry. Tears of hate, sadness, and depression.

  Family is my everything. Love is the only thing I have. Hope is nothing to me. Friends are people who stand by you, I don't have that. My only wish...

Is to be dead!