Song: Pavlove
Artist: Fall Out Boy
Sunday
So I did end up going to a therapist. She's kind of nice actually. I was given 3 bottles of pills. One's for insomnia, another for anxiety, and the other for depression. They taste horrible too, and makes everything I remember very, very hazy. I feel nothing at all. And yet, here I am, still figuring out myself. I don't know who I am anymore, why I'm even still alive, and why I even care about going forward.
It's all just a farce.
You're nothing.
Everyone will leave you behind.
Monday
I roll over, out of the bed, and get dressed for school. It's slightly chilly in the morning, so I put on a black t-shirt, camo pants, a checkered flannel that's white and black, and head down the stairs. The faint smell of something being fried hits my nostrils immediately, making me wrinkle my nose in disgust.
"Mornin'." My brother greets me as I take a drink of water and grunt in response. There's bacon with a fried egg on a plate. I sigh, getting out some bread and a cheese slice. I quickly assemble my sandwich using the bacon, egg, cheese slice, and some tomatoes that were from the night before, and pack it away as my lunch. Satisfied with myself, I grab a cup and spoon and make myself some milk tea for breakfast. My brother rushes around, quickly saying goodbye to me as the front door slams shut. He's gone.
A couple of minutes later, and it's my turn to leave, as I lock the doors, and venture out into the roads that lead me to the school. I get there rather quickly, as I look at my surroundings. A few crowds gather around in different areas of the field, but other than that, it looks deserted here.
"Did you visit the therapist?" Helena's voice makes me jump slightly as I turn around with a disturbed look.
"What do you happen to know?" I snarl, getting defensive rather quickly. Today's just not my day I guess.
"I heard you guys talking about going to a therapist. Is everything alright?" She has the sassiest attitude that anybody could ever muster, other than Gerard Way or Tyler Joseph. It annoys the heck outta me.
"None of your beeswax, mom." I snap back at her, making her scoff, and sneer at me.
"Maybe you are just crazy. I was just tryna help." She huffs, and walks off like her pride had just been hurt.
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"Hey! Settle down now, everyone! I'm taking attendance, so please try not to be so loud." Mr. Alexander pleas, but everyone is crowded around Margaret, talking all at once, asking weird and useless questions.
"Alright then. If I don't hear a "here" from the person, they are going to be absent, okay? Great, let's start." And everybody shut up, and went to their respective seats.
"Allen?"
"Here." The boy raises his hand, still reading the book he's had since September.
"Uh, Joshua?"
"Here."
"Chael?" I grunt and rub my eyes.
"Here."
"Aaron."
"Here!"
"Ike."
"Yo. I mean, here!" Mr. Alexander smiles slightly, before moving on.
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