Put Time In Reverse

Chapter 5 - Hi

A/n

Aaaaarrrrg!!!!

My writer's block was shitaki mushrooms....

I haven't updated in sooo long... and this chapter doesn't feel like enough as an apology, but please accept this... and forgive me... ugggghhhh my updates are slower than a train running on snail juice😔😔😔

So I'm really sorry, but please enjoy...

(Celeste Martinez)

I tuned out the noise around me with my own thoughts. Even the indistinct chatter or simultaneous yelling couldn't even distract me from my almost taunting memories.

The pills suppress your disease.

You've been taking them since you were six.

I'm not sure if there's a cure.

The doctor... well, Dr. Watterson's words echoed in my mind, making my insides churn at every word I recalled.

A friend shouted out to me, and I managed to wave back. Usually I'd smile and call their name in return, but I didn't feel as I used to. I feel like I changed... even though I didn't.

I was always like this.

It's just that I now know.

After the talk with Dr. Watterson, we left not so long after. He told the other doctor in charge of releasing patients with that I'm fine and I'm free to go. But even if I can be "fine" if I continued taking the pills, I just don't think I'll ever really be "fine".

It was a quiet drive back home, and neither my parents nor I spoke about anything concerning what I had learnt about myself. I don't think there was anything to talk about anyway. When I went upstairs and into my room, I took a pill, and I felt something.

Like something inside of me shrunk, died down, or simply suppressed. I never felt it before whenever I took the pill, its probably since I let whatever I have get out of control by not taking the pills, and it got out, so now its going back.

Maybe all the times before that it was already pushed down and almost away.

But the weird feeling wasn't the only change, when I swallowed the pill, for a few seconds before it suppressed my problem, my body felt like it was heavily rejecting the pill. I felt like throwing up the drug, but drank water to prevent that. Then everything was 'normal'...

I fell unto my bed and tried sleeping, and though it was hard to, I finally slipped into a much-needed sleep. I was incredibly tired, drained to a dead battery. The only thing making me toss and turn were my thoughts. And it still hasn't stopped.

"Celeste!"

Slowly, I turned my head around to see Melissa jogging in my direction across the front lawn of the school. I wanted to smile, but my lips were motionless.

"What's up?"

I shrugged. She gave me a blunt look, and shook her head, but it didn't affect me much. I had much bigger problems than worrying if I aggravated her or not.

"Celeste, I told you just yesterday that-"

"I know, I know!" I butt in,"I'm fine. I just didn't have much sleep. So... what's up?"

She cleared her throat, and I could almost hear her thoughts, 'betch please.' Well sorry Melissa, I just don't wanna freak you out by saying, "Oh, your best friend might die because of her lifelong illness!!" Huh. If she only found out, she might cut me off if she thinks it's contagious. It's not, but seriously, right now, I just... can't think of this anymore.