Broken (Edited edition)

Doctor's Office

Mark wakes me up early in the morning with a kiss on the cheek.  I smile at him, and wrap my arms around his neck."  Good morning baby girl."  He says, and I rub my face into his shoulder."  We have to go the doctor's today?"  I ask.  He nods, and lifts me out of bed."  Can I make breakfast today?"  I ask, and he puts me down on floor."  Sure, I have to take a shower anyway."  He goes into the bathroom.  I walk downstairs, and go into the kitchen.  I pull out my stepping stool, and start making breakfast.  I make scrambled eggs with cheddar and ham mixed into them.  I make a small plate of toast, each piece covered in butter and jam.  Everything looks delicious, and I set it down on the kitchen table.

I put out forks and glasses of milk, then hear the shower turn off."  Wow that was good shower."  I hear Mark say, and I smirk.  I see him walk down the stairs in a pair of shorts, and a towel on his towels.  His hair is soaked still, and lays flat on his head.  His glasses are all foggy, and he wipes them off on his shorts."  Mmm, looks delicious."  He says, and sits down across from me at the table, and smiles gently at his food.  He starts eating as I do, and we start talking about what we'll do for the day."  Well, we first have your appointment, then we need to go get your prescription.  After that, we may do whatever we please."  He says, and sets his fork on his empty plate.  I've barely gotten half of my omelet down, and he's eaten all of his."  I'm going to get dressed, you finish breakfast."  He says, and gets up.  I watch him as he walks up the stairs, and hear him close his door.

I finish my breakfast, clean the dishes, then I go upstairs.  I brush my hair into a pony tail, then pull on new clothes.  Black jeans, gray long sleeve, red sneakers, and sunglasses.  I walk into the hall, and sit on the steps.  I press my back against the metal bars, and my feet on the wall.  Mark his humming a song as he gets dressed, and I smile."  I can hear you."  I say, and then it's quiet."  You don't know!"  He shouts, and I smile.  He comes out of his bedroom, and smiles at me.  He's wearing black sweats, a black hoodie, and red shoes."  You look fabulous."  I say, and he smiles."  Thanks, you ready?"  He asks, and I nod."  Yeah, let's get this over with."

"Come on, it's going to be better this time.  Just a regular check-up, then meds.  That's it, and maybe a trip to the store for food."  He says, and I smile."  That sounds like a great day to me."  I tell him, and stand."  Can we go buy you new shoes also?"  He asks, and looks down at my sneakers."  Why?"  

"I thought maybe you would like different colored shoes, and plus a different style."  He says.  I smile at him, and put my hand into his."  Sure, that would be nice."  I say, and we leave the apartment.  We walk to the doctor's because we want to stretch our legs."  So the doctor is just doing a regular check up?"  I ask, and Mark nods."  Yep, and seeing if the medication is working it's magic."

"Which medicine?"

"Antidepressants."  He says, and I nod.  We get into the doctor's office, and we sit down in the waiting room.  I sit down beside him, and he puts his arm around me."  Did you bring a book?"  He asks, and I nod."  Yep, right here."  I say, flipping through the pages.  I read as we wait for the nurse to come out to get us, and Mark starts up a conversation with another person waiting for the doctor."  So what are you here for?"  He asks, and I look up.  The boy is wearing all black, and he has on a beanie covering his pale blue hair."  Need a med refill."  He says, his voice is very low.  I see he's wearing glasses that are similar to Mark's."  What you on?  My little girl's on Prozac."  Mark says, and the boy looks at me."  How old?"  He asks me, and I say ten."  Damn, they keep getting younger and younger."  He says, and Mark smirks."  I'm on something stronger than lousy Prozac, something with the punch three times as strong.  Third time out of the hospital for trying to commit suicide."

I feel bad for the boy, but he seems to be feeling way better."  Lyca Fischbach!"  A nurse calls, and I stand up."  Wait...Fischbach?  Dude I follow you on Tumblr.  I love your art!"  The boy says.  I shake his hand and smile."  Thank you, wait here!"  I say, and pull out my notebook.  I rip out one of the drawings of a small girl sitting under a bridge, and I hand it to him."  You can have this."