Little Do You Know

VIII: little Adventure

                 

"If mental illness could be seen on a sufferer, maybe society wouldn't say- 'just get over it'" –Lonely Lotus

Song: Bastille-Oblivion.

UNEDITED!!

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My fingers held tightly onto the small, white opaque bottle that read 'Antidepressant – Fluoxetine Hydrochloride.' I had to take it. I had to. I needed to get better. I needed to get past my depression and anger and hate and fury. I needed to get over everything my mother did and live on.

Despite me not being my mother, I was still her daughter--no matter how hard I didn't want to be--and that said a lot. It's not a wonder as to why my father accepted me into this school. It was not a wonder that, even though I was in the same location as he, I had not been acknowledged by him, not even once.

Because I am the daughter of a murderer and he wants nothing to do with me. I thought bitterly.

I needed to get better and that was what the medication was supposed to do. Make me better. I popped two pills into my mouth and swallowed them dry.

A knock sounded on the door, much to my puzzlement.

It was 12 o'clock and I had just woken up from another nightmare. However, instead of going for a lonely walk in the darkness, and trying to escape my problems, I'd decided that today, I was actually going to face them. And one thing led to another, ending up with me taking my medication for the first time in a long while.

Of course, it took a lot of blood getting spilled for me to have the guts to take the pills.

Therefore, I was frozen when I heard the knock on the front door. I knew for a fact that Cecily was inside sleeping.

Getting out of the bathroom, I slowly walked up to the door and opened it quietly.

And to say I was shocked would be an understatement.

There, in front of me, stood none other than Luther Axton.

All I could think of was what the fuck he was doing here in the middle of the night.

We both stared at each other; I gave him an perplexed look while he just looked at me blankly.

"Luther?" I whispered harshly, after a prolonged silence between the two of us. "What are you doing here?"

He looked bored and almost like he wished to be anywhere but here. However, there was a glint of what looked like determination in his eyes.

"Hey little piggy." He smirked, only causing me to scowl. "I wanted to talk to you."

"Aren't we talking right now?" I stated, annoyed.

He glared at me and growled, "Out. I wanted to talk to you outside."

Ugh. "Fine." I was curious as to what he wanted to tell me, since, if you haven't noticed; we kind of hated each other. "Wait a moment."

I closed the door and went inside to put on a jacket and some flip flops. I didn't bother changing out of my pajamas.

Grabbing my phone, I headed out closing the door softly behind me and locking it.

"Alright, talk." I said, putting my hands on my hips.

His eyes scanned my frame and he smirked, chuckling slightly. I glared at him, ignoring the weird feeling I got from his eyes being on me.

"Cute." He stated, sarcastically. "For a little pig, that is."