This Is My Life

13

I spent the rest of the day sitting at the police department, answering questions. I wanted to go home. My grandmother had to come and she was not happy about that. She wasn't doing anything important, but she didn't want to deal with any of this, or me it seemed.

After she couldn't take anymore she stood up and announced that she was leaving and taking me with her. 

The car ride home was awkward. Right before we got home she asked me, "What did you really do. Are you taking your pills and are they working." She looked really exhausted and I couldn't understand how she was. I was the one being questioned and interviewed all day.

"I had nothing to do with it. Someone put it in my locker as a joke I guess. And for my pills, of course I'm taking them. Are you kidding me. I'm not stupid. They are working fine." I was quite offended that she even asked.

"I was just checking, and I believe you. At night you are very loud though."

"What do you mean. I am sleeping." Was she hearing things?

"Darling you talk, scream and toss and turn like crazy in your sleep. It's almost like your body is trying to get out of bed but you are tied down. You go crazy. I've come in many nights thinking something was happening to you." 

I had never noticed, but then again how would I. I didn't know what to say to that. I thought I was sleeping fine besides the occasional nightmares.

My grandmother spoke up again. "I think we need to fix your prescription, or do something about it."

Great. I didn't want to mess with my medicine. I knew what I was capable of and that worried me. If I needed to tie myself to my bed every night I would.

"I guess." I was unsure though.

"I know you are worried about what could happen, but they could make an improvement. I'll make sure nothing happens."

This was the first time in a long time that she was so nice and caring towards me. I smiled back at her and gave her a small thank you. 

When we got home, the good feeling that I had, completely disappeared.