Two:The Medication

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It had all started with my medication. I had a multitude of bottles and pills, so much that I was sure it'd be the only thing I'd eat for months. It was a nightmare, but nothing like my new prescription.

Apparently my meds weren't strong enough to stop me from going insane, so the doctors decided to give me a new one. One that was in fact a lot stronger.  I hadn't got a clue what it was called, and frankly I didn't want to know. It was just the regular;they'd put the pill bottle on the nightstand with a note telling me what it is. But this one was different, it said I had to stay in bed to take it as it might make me a little woozy. Again, just another annoying way to make me groan.

I sat up in my bed that morning, light pouring through the small crack in the curtains. They didn't let a lot of light in my room, but I haven't a clue why. Just another way of trying to break me.

I took the bottle of pills-this bottle blue instead of the usual orange-and the water. And...taking those pills was the biggest mistake of my life.

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