chapter 17 • wake up
"Macey wake up" I woke up and saw my mom holding a bottle a very familiar bottle which held memories, bad memories.
"Mom I can't" I begged her not to give me that bottle that was going to ruin my life even more.
"Therapist it is then" are you kidding me!
"Okay fine" I grab the bottle and opened it, the white pills that I never wanted to see again are back to ruin my life.
I take out a pill and look at my mom telling her that I needed water.
She went downstairs and came back really quick with the water
I put the pill in my mouth and quickly swallowed it I hated the feeling of it going down my throat it felt like I was choking and I couldn't do anything about it.
"Done" I said and placed the bottle on my night stand, I gave my mom the glass of water and I instantly felt sleepy.
wait What?.
Those weren't the pills I've had before. I checked the bottle and it said "for anxiety and other disorders" I turned it around and saw the side affects-
-the patient feels sleepy
-calm
-nauseousness
-if the patient feels dehydrated or any type of pain call a nearby hospital
I had no idea sleepiness was a symptom?!
I felt to sleepy to think, all I remember is falling onto the ground.
Next morning
*beep beep*
I wake up and I felt this horrible pain on my neck and my head.
WHAT THE HECK!!
I fell asleep on the ground!
The beeping noise on my alarm clock kept bothering me that I get up and Break it.
It's happening again, those pills are starting to kick in.
"Macey breakfast!" I hear my mom calling me but I couldn't really focus on what she said.
I get into the shower and try to wash all of the stress and the headache I had.
I quickly go to my my room and change into something comfortable, I honestly didn't care what I wore to school.
I felt anger and so many different emotions, they start swirling in me I couldn't control myself I had to hit something I had to and so I did I hit the freaking wall!
I look at my knuckles and nothing, I hit the wall more and I look at my knuckles one more time and satisfied with how they look I step back and go downstairs to eat my breakfast.
I shouldn't have done that, my hand was throbbing in pain it hurt so bad. I honestly don't know why I hit the wall.
I'm psychotic. That's it I'm a psychopath.
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