Mistaken Love

Chapter Fifty-three.

   My midnight blue orbs peeked out from my hood, as I eyed the notes that were placed upon the dry erase board. I quickly jotted them down, before my teacher erased them and began to write more for the rest of the class to copy. I kept a firm grip upon my pencil, as I waited patiently for more notes to appear. My teacher began to explain our final exam project, as it was going to be 50% of our grade. Many groaned in frustration, while my dead being just sat there, motionless. 

Today was my first day back to school, after my mental break down. I was an inpatient, at a psychiatric facility, as they monitored my every movement for a whole week. They gave me counseling, as they attempted to figure out what was wrong and how they could help me defeat my inner demons. My first day, I was traumatized. I didn't know how long I was going to be here or when I was allowed to see my family again. Eventually, I warmed up to the staff, as I was slowly, yet surely, telling them my entire story. 

As my stay came to a close, they had confirmed that I suffer from depression, due to Rachel's and my break up. They also suggested that I should take anger management classes, as I also became short tempered throughout the last several weeks. They prescribed me anti-depressants, just before they let me pack my bags and leave, as my parents waited, patiently, for me in the waiting room.

I dragged my feet down the narrow hallway, that very day, as I pushed open the double doors. The expressions my parents gave me, shattered me, as I broke down in front of them. They engulfed me in their embrace, as I apologized and pleaded several time, that I would never do anything so reckless, over a girl, again.

Suddenly, my wristwatch beeped, letting me know that it was time to take my medication. I dragged my heavy eyes towards my teacher, who was already giving me the nod of approval to be dismissed. I placed my pencil on top of my notebook, as I reached for my backpack, that sat still by my left foot. I unzipped the first pocket, quickly, before pulling the orange bottle out and hiding it inside my hoodie pocket. I stood up, as I exited the room, quietly shutting the door behind.

I stepped to the side, as I leaned up against one of the lockers, as I let out a sigh of relief. I've managed to live through the first three classes. Now all I have to do is make it through lunch and then the last half of school, until I am able to go home. Nothing sounds better than bed and movies, right about now. 

The thought about going home was quickly shoved into the back of my mind, as I pulled my hand out of my hoodie pocket. I eyed the orange bottle, that sat still under my firm grip. I began to read the label, as a small frown attacked my face.

Suddenly, a hand wrapped around my wrist. I nearly jumped out of my skin, as I picked my head up, and began to eye the culprit; Rachel. She stood in front of me, as an angry expression took over her beautiful face. 

"Where have you been?" She mumbled, angrily. "I've been trying to get a hold of you, since last week!" 

I eyed her for a moment, as my response was stuck in the back of my throat. She was dressed in a grey, zip-up hoodie, with a white shirt underneath it. Her black leggings hugged her legs, as the bottoms of them were tucked inside her grey, fuzzy boats. Rachel wasn't wearing any make up, as the dark, heavy bags, that sat underneath her dark, emeralds eyes, were quite visible. Her chocolate, brown hair was shoved in the messiest bun ever.

To Rachel, she looked like a slob, but to me, I saw her true beauty, that I grew to love, over the past year or so. 

"Hello? Earth to Sam!" Rachel lifted her free hand, as she snapped her fingers in front of my face. "Are you going to answer me?"

Suddenly, my stomach began to curl, as I flashed her a look of pure disgust. "Wouldn't you like to know." I mumbled, as I placed my eyes upon my dirty vans.