insane ✿ a.i

unhinged

The door to my room creaks open. The hinges are old and they squeal in terror as they are forced open.

"Josephina," a voice calls, "Wake up."

I open my eyes and see my Aunt Lacey. She stands at the foot of my bed with a tray. On that tray there will be a glass of milk, a pancake, and a strawberry. Plus a red pill.

She sets the tray down on my lap and looking it over and see the little red pill that looks like candy.

As if.

"You have to hurry," Aunt Lacey says, "I let you sleep in this morning."

With that she turns on her heel and leaves.

-

Glaring at the red pill I pluck it from the tray and punch it between my finger and thumb.

Should I take it?

Or should I see how the day plays out?

Choosing the later I get up and walk over to my closet.

I pick out a plain, loose black tee, dark ripped skinny jeans, a dark red flannel, and black combat boots.

My pale skin seems paler than usual, probably from the lack of sleep. Shrugging on the clothes I walk last the mirror quickly and grab my brush. Sliding it through my hair I think about what happened last night.

A new voice called out to me. It screamed in agony and terror. It wanted my help. But what could I do?

I pull my hair into a high ponytail and then brush my teeth.

When I go back to my bed I take the tray into my bathroom. While I pour the milk down the sink I realize the pancake had a white substance on it.

My little red pill, a different one, the stronger version crushed up invade I chose not to take the one on my tray. That's why I usually have to take a nap when I get drowsy and don't take my pill.

Huh.

The only thing other than the dish ware on the tray is the pill. Snatching it I slip it into my pocket and grab my pack.

-

Waiting for the school bus outside on the crisp morning calms my nerves. There are only a few other people at my stop: a blonde stereotypical cheerleader, a nerdy guy, an average girl, and a basketball player. It's sort of funny to me. It's like we're The Breakfast Club, but there is no exceptionally attractive Carl to whisk me away from here. And there's me, the insane girl.

-

Lunch.

This is usually my breaking point or the point of my day where I'm too drowsy to see my surroundings.

I bet it's because of the red pill not taking over my body today.

I bet it's also because I've been spacing out.

For once when I space out I don't hear voices.

Well, just the occasional whisper.

But the whispers I can handle, not the screams.

-

"Jo," a deep voice calls.

Turning I see my only friend, Michael Clifford.

He is sporting neon green hair, a blink-182 tee, black skinny jeans, and all black converse.

He plops down next to me and says, "How are you?"

I laugh, "Do you even need to inquire?"

"No," he says and grins, "Just figured we could be normal for a few minutes, suppose not betch."

"Hey, don't ruin my groove, Mr," I tease, "This is my first lunch in a while at school."

"Oh, I know, don't you realize this means we should do something crazy?"

When he says crazy I flinch, I couldn't help it.

"Sorry," he says quietly.

"No, it's okay, really," I say and force a smile.

He notices that too and gives me a small smile and whispers, "Jo, you know you don't need to fake it around me. I'm here for you babe."

I nod and force the tears to go away and succeed.

-

We enjoy the lunch period and head off to our literature class together.

As we walk Michael goofs around taking in different accents. As he does this we get weird glances, even some curious ones.

But of course, Mikayla decides to ruin it.

"Oh look," she sneers to her group of friends, "Here comes the crazy train. I wonder how she is today? Huh, how about it crazy girl? Are you going to eat your own crap today or your hair?"

Her friends laugh and I see her glance hopefully at Michael.

He glares and she is about to open her mouth when he cuts her off, "Save it, Barbie."

She blushes and he adds, "oh, sweetheart, that isn't a compliment. That's a me telling you that you are so fake that you could be plastic. At least Barbie is a doll and has no personality, unlike you're nasty one. Your arse has to be jealous of all the crap that spews out of your mouth."

With that he grabs my hand and drags me away.

She and Michael dated before she got super popular. He dumped her and she lost it and made herself become Queen Bee.

-

After class Michael and I part ways.

Walking through the halls the voices start, screaming.

I squeeze my eyes and try to force them out but they refuse.

One voice stands out above all. It's so loud and persistent that my knees start to go weak.

My knees slam into the forums and my pack slides off my shoulders as I squeeze my hand into my head.

I groan and slam my fists into my head.

Tears start to stream down my face and I hear actual voices around me.

"What's going on?"

"Is she insane?"

"Freak show."

"She's totally unhinged."

-

I can't wait for what is coming up I'm the next chapter. Any suggestions or comments?