Gracie's POV
I'm sad.
Mommy's sad.
Gabe's sad.
Mac's sad.
Daddy's sad.
Everyone's sad.
Why?
Everyone else? I don't know.
Me?
Well, let me tell you.
At daycare, nobody plays with me. Everyone makes fun of me. Everyone hates me.
There's a girl at daycare. Her name is Sawyer. She has a lot of friends. Everyone likes her. She tells people not to be my friend and not to play with me. She calls me fat, ugly, stupid, and a freak. She hates me. I don't know why.
Mommy is always sad. Or mad. She's only happy a little bit. She's happy when she sings and when Gabe, Mac, and I are being good. And sometimes when Daddy is here. I wish Mommy was happy.
I wish I was happy.
Mac's POV
I was in the kitchen looking for stuff to make a salad (I have to eat sometimes) when I found the medicine cabinet. At the very front was a bottle labelled "Antidepressants."
Finally.
I took out the bottle and looked at the dosage. I weighed 87 pounds, so I took 3. I washed them down and went up to my room to take a nap.
But take a nap I did not. I laid down on my bed and realized that I wasn't tired at all. Emotionally, it was a different story, but I was not physically tired.
I went downstairs and decided to leave Demi a note that I was going to be at the park. That way, she could find me if she needed to.
I walked out the front door and down the street to the park. As I sat on a bench in front of the swingset, I thought about the fact that there were antidepressants at the house. I wondered whose they were.
I brushed it off and took out my phone. I opened the Instagram app and decided to post a picture. When I had, I decided to act like a little kid and play on the swings.
I jumped off the swings, landed, and crumpled to the ground as I felt a sharp pain shoot up my foot and leg. I rolled up my pant leg and took off my shoe, which was excruciatingly painful, to find that my foot was in a position that it was not meant to be in. I tried to move it around, but ended up screaming in pain.
I had to call Demi.
I took out my phone and clicked on Demi's contact. At this point, I was in so much pain that I was in tears.
Demi picked up the phone.
"Mac? Is everything okay?"
"I think I hurt my foot. Can you come pick me up? I'm at the park."
"Sure, sweetie. I'll be there in a minute."
"Okay, thanks."
"No problem, sweetheart. Bye."
Demi hung up the phone and about a minute later, she pulled up in her black Porsche. She jumped out of the car and ran over to me.
"Hey, Mac, what happened?"
"I landed wrong on my foot. I think something's wrong."
Demi took one look at my ankle, which was now black and blue, and picked me up. She carried me to the car and sat me in the backseat.
"We're going to the doctor. You need an x-ray."
Great. Doctors. This day just keeps getting better and better.
Note my sarcasm.
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