Improvement of Tristan's best skill, repressing emotions, could only be noticed by himself. He was controlling himself surprisingly well, considering all of the changes in his life: Starting college after bullshitting online school for two years, figuring out the medicine safe's password, hitting a new low weight... The list could go on.
Given the well-known fact Tristan didn't deal with change well, he didn't know how no one around him saw how he was different. Dropping around twenty pounds didn't even earn Tristan a worried comment.
After two years of trying to figure out the safe password, he entered the correct code on accident. Learning the correct string of numbers was convenient for Tristan; however, having access to his pills probably wasn't good for his physical health, let alone his mental health. He'd been sticking to snorting his daily prescription, no more than his script said, but recently, he'd been snorting too much more. His family would notice he knew the combination soon - Tristan took too many pills within the past few days for them to let it go.
His first day of college was today. The idea of going to college was forced upon Tristan; his mother called him a few months ago, told him to fill out the application, and he was accepted. Tristan didn't think about it for the few months he knew about having to go to college and move back into the house his mental state started deteriorating in. He still hadn't let a passing thought cross his mind - whether or not it was fleeting, it would make his whole façade crumble. He'd put too much work into his creation of a happy self to let it fall apart that easily.
One word to describe how Tristan was doing: Shitty.
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A Junkie's Journey
No Ficción"Who was he? Somewhere along the way, he had lost himself." Book Two Highest Rank - #589 in Non-Fiction
