Georgia's Last Words

Chapter Twenty-Seven

My eyes watch the bottle of antidepressants. They’re not going to move, but it’s like any minute they could disappear. Well they kind of are, but I’m more worried they’re going to find their way into my body. It’s almost as if I don’t watch the unmoving container of pills, they’ll all end up at the bottom of my stomach. Maybe all in one swallow. I never got why they treated suicidal people with pills. Especially the ones who try to overdose on them. Kind of ironic I think. 

“Hey, have you taken your pill yet?” Cooper waltzes right into the unlocked door. 

I shake my head. “Nope, I was waiting until you brought me breakfast.”

“What if I forgot to one day?”

I frown. “I’d be sad.”

He huffs at me. “Of course you would.”

Cooper hands over my breakfast and I take it with a smile. I grab the bottle of pills and my coffee. Heading for the bathroom, I get a small glance from Cooper. 

“Where you going?”

I hide my face with fake embarrassment. “You know I can’t swallow medicine if someone is watching me.”

He laughs. “You are one of the quirkiest person I know.”

I nod my head in agreement and disappear in the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. Once the door is shut I take a pill out of the bottle and drop it in the sink. I turn the water on very low so that it cant be heard from the dorm room. The pill washes down the drain as I take a gulp of coffee. For good measure I cough softly as if it has a hard time going down. I take a deep breath and walk back into the dorm. 

Cooper smiles at me. “You alright?”

I nod. “Yep, just went down wrong.”

My lie is starting to get out of hand. I haven’t taken a single one of my antidepressant pills since I’ve gotten them. Though my acting skills have improved. I really hate medicine. Especially stuff that’s going to make me feel different. 

“So how are you feeling?” Cooper looks up at me with these innocent eyes. 

“You know, I think that I’m feeling better.” The lies come so much easier now and I’ve only had three weeks of practice. 

March has finally started rolling around and Spring Break is in a week or so. I’ve been going to my sessions like a good little girl and destroying my pills like a stubborn person does. Somehow, I’ve managed to fool everyone around me when it comes to the pills. It’s not a big deal because I’m not letting myself get to that desperate point again. 

And I’m doing a good job of handling myself. 

I started my job at the magazine. Stress and more stress is all I feel, but it’s okay. I know deep breaths and focusing are the only ways to get through it. Ellie has me doing everything in my free time. I’m designing, not that she seems to do anything with my designs. There’s my column that I get to write every month. I’ve gotten to meet a bunch of models, they love what I dress them in. Actually some of them are my friends even. The job is great and Ellie is being fantastic about time off for school and break. I don’t think I could have an easier job. 

“So how well of a liar do you think you are?” 

My head whips to the side and I drop a piece of brownie on my lap. “What?”

Cooper stares at me and I see he’s having a tough time not laughing. “How stupid do you think I am?”

“Coop, what are you talking about?” I try my best to sound convincing.