Gold Digger H.S

Thirteen

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I always hated going to the doctor since I was a kid. I always thought that doctors only delivered bad news. When I was sixteen and diagnosed with anxiety and ADHD, I thought it was the end of the world. Although I only had to take medicine, it felt like it actually was. I never told anyone I took medication, to afraid of being judged, but I had ran out of my medication a month ago. Containing my energy, trying to focus, and my anxiety all at once started getting harder by the day. Eventually I had called and asked for an appointment as soon as possible.

That just so happened to be today. "Ms. Caster, how long have you been out of your medication?" I roll my eyes, then answer the same question. "A month," I tell her in a annoyed way. "Why did you never fill it?"

"I was busy," and the questions only continued. Each question got stupider, they asked the same questions. Then when the doctor actually came she asked the same questions. "Have I talked to you about birth control?" She asks me. I've had this doctor since I was fourteen. She had seen me grow up and was the one that told me I couldn't have children.

"What's the point for birth control?" I ask her and she just sighs. "I'm sorry Mary, they are just normal questions I have to ask. Are you ready for your normal check up?" I nod and she begins her check up. By time she's done she gives me refills of my medication and forces me to take it in front of her.

"I'll see you in a month," she tells me. I go to the front to check out then leave. The way out of the hospital I wasn't paying much attention when I run into someone. "Mary," his voice rings. "Are you some kind of stalker?" I ask laughing. Harry just rolls his eyes, "What are you doing here?" He asks me motioning to the doctors office.

"Check up," I tell him hiding my pills behind me so he wouldn't see. "Wow, so have you considered what I said?"

"This again?" I groan, he just wouldn't leave me alone. "What if we just date? Or just hang out?" He asks, honestly what if we just hung out. It's not like hanging out was bad, something told me to say no but I didn't.

"Fine," I tell him. "Wait, really?" He asks surprised. "Yeah, I just hope your wife won't hate me." Harry starts grinning. "How about we hang out now?" He asks me. "I have work," I tell him rolling my eyes. "Your missing work now aren't you," he made a point.

"Fine, where are we going?" I ask him. "Well, first somewhere to eat. I know this great place, it's not to fancy." "Wow, Harry actually eating somewhere other than a fancy place." That sentence made no sense, "Just come on." He tugs my hand and my pills fall on the ground.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" He exclaims, and picks them up. "You have anxiety?" He questions reading the bottle. I snatch it from him and shove it into my purse.

"Yeah, and ADHD," I tell him truthfully. "I'm sorry," he says and for once he looks like he actually felt bad. "It's fine, you ready?" I ask him changing the subject. He nods and we walk to his car.

"So what were you doing at the doctors?" I ask him. "Oh, I take medication myself. I have high allergies, I had to come by and get my medication." I nod then start messing with his radio. There wasn't anything good on the radio, "Do you have any CDs?" I ask him and he points to the glove compartment. I go through his CDs, some things I knew and some I had no idea what they were. I finally settle on a Beyoncé CD, it was one of her first albums.

"Man, you found my hidden stash." Harry jokes, "You listen to Beyoncé?" I ask him. "Everyday, got to get that lemonade!" I roll my eyes at his terrible joke. Some how I still managed to laugh, not because it was funny but because Harry said it.

"What is this place?" I ask Harry when we pull into a small parking lot with only one other car here. "It's one of my favorite places to eat," he tells me. He gets out and runs to my side of the car and opens the door for me. "Thank you," I tell him curtly and we walk in together. Inside the dinning place there was one person, he was playing on his phone while eating. A waitress comes to greet us. "You guys can find a table," she says with a grin. Harry takes my hand and drags me to a booth in the corner.