"We can't keep on doing this! Our daughter has gone crazy, and she needs help. Her pills are obviously not working! What are we going to do?" My mother sobbed at the table.
"They're not working because I haven't been talking them." I admitted approaching the table.
"When were you going to tell us?" My father's voice was stern.
"Never." I laughed, "why would I tell you. Especially her." I glared at my mother.
"Wren, please you have to tell us. Its for your own health. We need you. We can't have what happened to your sister to you. We can't lose two daughters." My father touched my shoulder.
"Please excuse me," my mother walked away from the table.
"Wren, tell me what's really going on. Are you still having them?"
