I'm Gone But You're Still Here

Chapter 13

"I don't want them!"

"Honey, please..."

"No! I don't want to take them! I'm not going to!"

"Olive, you know this is what's best,"

"It's not what's best! It's called forcing me onto medication so I'm too loopy to think! Or kill!"

Olive's father had done a quite a bit of research and found another psychologist, whom reccomended a wide range of various medication for Olive to take. Olive, however, was not happy with this, and refused her drugs.

"You're taking them and that's it!"

"No! I'm! Not!"

A rush of anger filled her as she balled her fists, rather than releasing them, she held them clenched tightly. Her hands began turning white with the pressure and her nails dug into her skin, nearly drawing blood. She knew there was no use in argueing anymore and simply ran out the door, slamming it with emphasis behind her. However, instead of staying behind like usual, David marched out the door behind his daughter. "Olive Marianne Parker!" Ignoring his calls, Olive continued journeying forward. "Olive!" He strangled his voice to avoid from screaming any louder than what she could hear. This being an unusual thing, for David didn't yell for much of anything when it being directed at Olive. The clear reason for his aggression was that he cared much for his daughter, and only wanted to help her. Although, from Olive's perspective it seemed as though he was trying to fix her. Frankly, though, Olive didn't want to be fixed, she felt that she could cover her tracks well enough, and her urges wouldn't be seen as much of a problem.

Olive suddenly felt a grip on her wrist, spinning her around so that she faced him. "I only want what's best..." he tried. This resulting in Olive shooting back, "Maybe I don't want what's best!"
"Please, it'll be good for you. I promise this time will be different." Such familiar words that were practically meaningless at this point. Olive soon saw the desperate look that shown in her father's eyes. She gave up and simply dropped her head, digging her teeth into her lip to keep from screaming.

"Fine."

Olive often gave up on these conversations, knowing he'd make her take them regardless. Often nudging the pill bottle whenever they were at the dinner table, or suggesting them from time to time. It was much more of a chore to resist them rather than just take them.

Giving in, often made Olive feel out of control but knowing it was her choice made her feel content. Much thought wasn't put in her reasoning, therefore she simply stuck to it. 

"Thank you..." Her father sighed the words out breathlessly, as if he'd just ran a marathon. Olive's face stuck firm, not budging from its blank look of shere emotionlessness. Once David cleared the room, Olive's face relaxed a bit. Her teeth no longer stood clenched and her jaw thanked her for it.

Why do I have to take these stupid pills anyway? It's not like they do anything anyway.

Although her thoughts brought good judgement, she couldn't bring anybody to understand. Nevertheless, Olive had to make them believe they were right and she was wrong, that she was the crazy patient and medication fixes everything. Nobody would agree with her, so why not "agree" with them? She was being forced to take useless meds, all because of an idiotic response from an "educated" expert whom assumes Olive's disorder without taking a second glance at other solutions.

Stupid people. Such stupid people.

With thoughts clear, she set out for a walk.

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