Antisocial [h.s]

[eleven]

A knock sounded at the door as I towel dried my hair. I walked up and opened, finding my lovely cousin.

He hadn't even greeted me when he walked past me and to my bedside table, opening the drawer. I sucked in a breath as he examined my medication. He sat down on the edge of my bed and I was shocked he was so calm. "Why? Why are you letting yourself die?"

"I don't like narcotics for my pain and I don't like the way the zoloft meds make me feel or my shit for anxiety. I can manage without them," I said quietly, pulling my sleeves down to cover my hands.

"Blake, everyday you don't take these you risk having a heart attack or going into cardiac arrest," he warned me for about the hundredth time.

"I haven't taken any of these refills, all I have are nightmares and my heart is sometimes beating too quickly but I'm fine, it's nothing serious.''

"You're having more?" he asked with an expression that meant he was pitying me. "How bad are they?"

"I can deal with them,'' I lied and he held my hand.

He allowed me to lean into him. "Please, just take your meds, they help with nightmares, you said so yourself."

"They're huge and they make my stomach hurt.''

"Am I going to have to do what mum did?" I could picture him raising his eyebrows and I shrugged.

"Do you want to do something?" I offered, trying to get off this topic.

"I have some coursework I need to do, but you can hangout in mine and Harry's room, he's there and he's not doing anything so you can bother him or make him watch some show you like,'' he suggested and I nodded.

He kissed my head before letting go of my hand and I was grateful he hadn't paid attention to the scabbing on my knuckles or else I would have been in deeper shit than ever. I grabbed my checkered backpack and placed my Macbook, its charger and my phone in it before I slipped my feet into my converse and we left.

~-~

"This is a lovely surprise,'' Harry greeted me, a smile present as he patted the spot beside him on his bed which I happily joined him on.

I noticed his laptop was on a document so I just assumed he was doing coursework as well.

"She was practically begging to see you,'' Liam told Harry.

"is that true?'' Harry taunted.

"No, Liam the little fucker offered, I didn't even suggest it,'' I replied.

"Well, you were doing it telepathically,'' Liam retorted.

"Do your work, asshole,'' I grumbled, setting my backpack on my lap, making sure my sleeves covered my knuckles still.

Liam rolled his eyes and got on his bed, opening his laptop up.

"So, what are you doing?'' I asked Harry.

"Well, I just finished my last assignment from last week,'' he replied, shutting the lid of his laptop.

"Good. Now would you like to watch Netflix?" I offered.

"Yes,'' he stated, nodding his head once and I smiled, pulling my Macbook out of my backpack, quickly loading it up and logging into Netflix, god I love it.

We decided on some classic Spongebob and after an hour my consciousness was fading in and out and I couldn't help but close my eyes for a second and then I was passed out completely.

~-~

I kept my eyes closed when I gained consciousness.

No nightmares.