The Science And Theory Of Beating The Fuck Out Of Yourself

Dont let your mind slip away

"You'll have to take one of these every single day." The doctor said. She wrote on a slip of paper and tore it out, handing it to Dad. I glanced over his shoulder at the prescription and read it; Epitol.

"And this'll help?" Dad asked. I rolled my eyes. She wouldn't be prescribing them to me if they weren't going to help. The doctor nodded.

"It should. Unfortunately there are some side-effects Jo may experience." She said. I turned back to her and gave her my full attention.

"What side-effects?" I asked, hoping they were nothing serious. The doctor shrugged.

"Anything from slight nausea to suicidal thoughts or actions. Basically if anything abnormal occurs let me know. There are other medications, we just need to find which one works best for you." She explained. I nodded before she continued. "There are certain things you need to avoid while taking this as well. Other medications, for example, drugs, alcohol, that kind of stuff." She said. I groaned at the list and just knew Dad was smiling. He had been up my ass about how much I had been drinking and smoking lately, and sure, it may not be the best habit, but I like it.

"You may also feel a bit different for the first few days on this medication as to be expected since it is a behavioral modifier. Hopefully it will only last a few days, but until you start feeling like yourself again, I recommend avoiding a lot of social interaction." The doctor added. I nodded, really just hoping to get out of this appointment soon. Dad asked a few more questions which I tuned out for the most part and finally we left.

"I'm going to stop and get this filled on the way home." Dad said as we got in the car. I nodded and sat quietly as we drove to the pharmacy.

Once we were finally home I sighed and started upstairs to my room. Dad had made me a doctors appointment for right after school so I hadn't even been home all day. I was kind of worn out and really just wanted to rest. It wasn't like I could go out and do anything anyways considering I was grounded for the whole getting arrested thing.

"Jo?" Dad called before I had gotten anywhere. I groaned in annoyance and turned back around. "Here. You have to take one a day." He told me as he handed me the bottle of pills. I rolled my eyes and took them before heading towards the stairs again.

"And don't forget to take them!" He shouted after me.

"I got it!" I called back down as I turned the corner into my room. I let out an exasperated breath and tossed the pills on the nightstand next to my bed after popping one in my mouth and swallowing it. I flopped on my bed and pulled a textbook out of my bag. I was way behind on homework and needed to catch up. More than anything I wanted to get back on Dad's good side so he would unground me soon.

That was going to be harder than I thought because within seconds of opening the book I felt my eyes closing and I fell asleep.

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I was woken up by the sound of my alarm clock blaring in my face and the text book had fallen asleep cuddling crashing to the floor. I sat straight up, groaning and rubbing my eyes. Eventually the beeping stopped and I flipped back on my bed. The thought of school had me pressing a pillow over my head when Dad walked in.

"Jo, I'm making breakfast. Get up do school, and don't forget your meds." He told me before closing my door again. I sighed and got up and threw some clothes on before getting ready for the day and heading downstairs.

"Did you--"

"Yes, I took my pills." I cut off Dad, knowing what he was going to ask. I scarfed down the meal Vic had made and headed for the door. Vic followed me out and got in the car to drive me to school.