Prescribe Me Love

Chapter 1: The beginning

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Quick note: This story contains sexual scenes and some swearing.

Apart from that, enjoy reading :)

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"Hello, Jayda? Why aren't you returning my calls? Uh.. I love you, and I hope to see you soon. Goodbye." His voice sounded concerned with a tint of anxiety. My hands opened my wardrobe, which was stuffed like a turkey with clothes and looked at my reflection. Isn't it sad to ease drop on someone talking about you and making assumptions? Well, it's my hobby.

"How could you know that? She's been acting perfectly fine. Seriously Diane, what are you trying to prove?" Carl, my mother's boyfriend, was a pretty decent guy. He never felt the need to disturb me and my personal life, unlike my mom.

"I'm just saying that it would help her attitude if we got her someone professional to talk to," She seemed to stop to take a sip of her lemon tea. "Haven't you noticed she's missed out on two weeks worth of homework? It's depression" I slammed my wardrobe door, making sure the nosy people downstairs heard. What did i have to do in order to prove i was a perfectly ordinary child? Keep in mind, I'm not saying you're out of the ordinary for having depression or anything like that, it's just that it bothers me for my own mother to assume my own life for me. I'd missed out on the homework because I've been busy painting, you know, doing things that actually interest me. The clock above my desk was shaped like a flower, although it was glass. 7:38PM, wow, time does go slow when you're a wreck. On the top of the stairs, i decided to ease drop a little closer, and so i sat my heavy ass down, which was squeezed into my tight denim jeans.

"I know a great guy she could see," inhale "I think its for the best Carl. At least she'll have someone to talk to"
"Well, Diane," his words slowed to emphasize that he was speaking directly to her, "Why don't we ask her?" And with that, I made my quietest but swiftest attempt to pretend i was still laying on my bed, reading a romance book like the sad sack I am.

"Jayda." Carl knocked lightly, as if he didn't want to scare a sleeping cat that he was about to capture. My parents split about two years ago, it probably doesn't sound like a huge deal but my dad, Michael, developed a lot of depression in his one bedroom apartment which is probably why my mom is so sure that I have it. My thoughts got the best of me that My response to Carl was a bit delayed.

"Oh, sorry, come in." He walked in with my mother still standing in my door frame. Our cat, well, my cat, hopped in through my window and made my lap into her personal kingdom. "What's the matter" I smile sweetly, making my best effort to look happy.

Carl looked at me for a second, debating whether to ask or not.

"What would you say about going to therapy. Your mother-"

"And you" My mom butted in.

"Fine, and me have been worried about you, and we'd like to get someone for you to talk to if you have any troubles." Carl looked at me as if to say 'I think you're fine but I'm being forced to say you have a mental problem.'

"Mom, I'm not depressed" Lily, my cat, was half asleep in my crossed legs, with her eyes closing second by second. "Are you just saying this because Dad has depression?" My face fell to the side with a this-is-so-stupid-I-could-lick-my-toe-and-it-would-be-better-use kind of expression.

"No, Jayda. Plus, you're a teenager, you'll obviously be going through some confusing things in your mind." Diane was a simple person, she liked simple things and worked a simple job; a dentist.

"I went through tough times four years ago, but you didn't take any notice, so what makes me think I should listen to what you think of my well being?" I didn't expect to get so worked up about this subject. Diane placed a slip on my pastel pink bed sheets and told me to think about it. As if. Without thinking, I threw the slip off my bed and relaxed all my muscles, falling back on my pillow as i did so.

"Why me, Lily?"

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I was half way into a romantic dream when i was mentally slapped in the face from my alarm clock, which was a duck since I didn't have the money to purchase songs on iTunes. Gracefully, I tried to open my eyes. Okay, not so gracefully, more like an elephant trying to get out of bed. Today felt different. I felt some kind of emptiness. Was it because I hadn't spoken to my own boyfriend in two days? Unlocking my phone, I saw that Liam had spammed my phone. Wow. It was time to call him, I couldn't do this anymore. He picked up so quickly, it was as if he'd been waiting by the phone. But I couldn't do it.

"Babe? Are you okay? Why haven't you called me?! You better be eating well!" His voice comforted me.

"I'm so sorry, I've just been in a weird mood, sorry." Why did i feel so guilty about debating whether to tell him.

"What day is it?"

"Monday, Liam."

"I'm coming to drive you to school, be ready, I love you"

"You too" It ended and beeped. Why am i such an idiot?

7:46 AM.

The front door rung, then knocked.

"Jayda!" My mother called. "Is that Liam?"

"Yeah, mom!" She answered without hesitating. My body filled with anxiety and my breathing started to narrow to a wheeze. Please tell me I was not having a panic attack now. Trying to calm myself down as quickly as i could, i heard my bedroom door opening. Liam never knocked, since he'd already seen all of me, plus, what could I be doing that's so private? Well, they're the words he said at least. At the first sight, he couldn't waste another second staring at me struggling to breathe and put my arms above my head.

"What-" There wasn't any point in me trying to speak to him, so my mind just focused of staying alive for today. After a few minutes of my mascara drenching my entire face and deep breathes that sounded like a wounded animal, I started to feel normal again. No, no no, I did not just have a panic attack. No, I'm definitely not going to therapy, I'm fine. 

I lied, I want someone to talk to, to share my problems with. Help.