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I honestly can't believe what I just heard. I pulled out a tablet from my pocket, and swallowed it raw. I need to know if it was my disorder getting the best of me, or if the words I heard were actually true.
After a few minutes I felt myself gaining more control of my feelings and I could finally think straight.
"Are you really bipolar?" I asked, shocked at the revelation.
"Yes nigga, I am. But I'll tell you about that after you get dressed, and I clean you up." He harshly replied.
In an instant I was dressed, and I lumbered my way into his car. We jumped in and sped to his apartment. I was feeling light-headed, but I guess that's because I haven't taken my medication in a long time.
We arrived in his penthouse suit, and he poured me a glass of whiskey. He passed it to me, and I held it, but I did not drink it.
He was halfway through a bottle of gin until he stopped and looked at me oddly.
"Why are you not drinking? That is a waste of my well loved Jack Daniels!" He cussed.
"Well, you should know that you can't mix alcohol and medication! We both know that, that mix can send us on a very stressful and unwanted trip to the hospital." I hastily replied.
"Please! I was diagnosed at twelve, and started drinking at fourteen. I take my medication everyday, and I drink everyday, but nothing ever happens. Now drink that!" He said.
I downed my glass in a few seconds, defeated by peer pressure. I have had problems with alcohol abuse before and I really need to be careful of my intake.
"You were diagnosed at twelve? That's a young age? What happened?" I curiously asked.
"I was adopted, with Sebastian, into a new care home. The kids who were already there wanted to state their territory, by picking a fight on Sebastian. I jumped in before they could touch him and beat them all to a pulp. I have no fear when it comes to protecting Sebastian, he is the only real family I have. He looks at as if I'm a normal person after all the shit I have done." He said.
"But how did they know you had bipolar juts from that incident?" I asked.
"They didn't, they diagnosed me with ADHD. I then was treated differently at the home. Every one treated me as if I was a piece of glass, fragile and easily breakable. This lead me to become extremely depressed for weeks at a time, and then for weeks at a time I will be extremely happy and impulsive. And when I was happy, I felt like everyone accepted me. And then one person would say one little thing, and it would make me have a severe mood swing again. My adoptive parents then took me to the doctor and I was diagnosed." He told.
