I Have ADHD, So What?

Chapter 4

One month later
The alarm clock is ringing.
I open my eyes and the first thing I see is red, reddish scratches all across my right arm. Especially my forearm. I feel a weird sensation in my left hand so I look at it and see dried blood under my nails.

I sigh and murmur, "It happened again..."

I go to the bathroom, take some clean bandages and wrap it around my arm. From my wrist to my elbow. It's not the best, but it'll do the job for now. I go clean my hand in the bathroom and then go take my medication to start my everyday routine. I open the tv and put on the news. There's nothing worth paying attention to so far, so I go to the kitchen which is right next to the living room. I take two slices of bread and put them in the toaster. I go back to my bedroom, pick up my phone and open it. Nothing special as usual. My toasts pop up, so I butter them and put syrup in a small jar to accompany the toasts. As I eat my breakfast, I feel some pain in my arm and it stings a bit more then I thought it would have. I take my agenda and look at today's schedule. Music, physical education, art and Spanish, nothing important. I send a message to my mother,

—Hey mom, good morning. I'm not feeling too good right now. Would you let me not go to school today? Please?

What do you have today?—

—Music, physical education, art, and Spanish

Okay, I'll give your absence to school—but don't do anything you normally wouldn't be able to do and don't get used to doing that  

—Don't worry I won't
-Thank you, mom, I love you

No problem sweetie, I love you too—
Oh and we're going to come back-      late today, I hope you don't mind

—Oh okay, I don't mind

I smile slightly as I take another bite off of my toasts. I suddenly hear the word suicide coming from the tv and it captives my attention.

"...in the northern section of New York, what do you have to say about it?"

"Well, we have started an investigation on that, it's not normal to have this many suicides in the same region at similar times. We looked up when every single one of the suicides happened and it seemed like there was some kind of schedule nearly. We then asked the people close to them, if the dead ones were depressed or if there was anything wrong before they died. The answer that came back nearly every time was that the person was extremely happy. That made us think about the new discovery scientists made recently, they found a new mix of things, I won't precise anything since it could be dangerous, it can change the way we feel mentally and physically. The after-effects though, make you more unstable and disturbed. We think that maybe someone has found the formula, has modified it to make the person feel extremely happy, but with extreme after-effects as well, and has been delivering them on a regular basis. That is our hypothesis so far."

I start to feel an even worse sting in my arm, so I look at it to see why and notice that the bandage is now nearly entirely red. Somehow, the wounds opened and started bleeding again. I have to change the bandage to prevent it from becoming worse and also to clean the blood off. I go in the bathroom and do just that, I also applied a cream to help my skin heal, I then wrap the new bandage on my arm. I take the rest of them and put it in a medium-sized red and black backpack which has a small pencil case and a drawing book in it. I then go back to the kitchen and finish my breakfast. After eating, I go back again to my room to get dressed. I put on a gray and red hoodie with a black sleeveless shirt to prevent the bandage to get rubbed by clothing and end up hurting more. As I get dressed, I receive a notification on my phone, it's a message from my mother.