Luke. His wallet. On the floor. A joke. I go for it. Rick gets it. I'm playing. A joke. I try to get it. Try. Joke. I'm playing. Kidding. Joke. But he says it. It hurts. He says, "Get off me you fucking pillhead!" He says it loud. People hear. I stop. Sit.
Dont cry.
I won't. Why would I cry? I'm not going to cry. Rick says that a lot. Calls me a pillhead, I mean. But its different this time. I don't pop pills anymore. Or not as many as I used to. Why is it so different this time?
Tears. Pooling in my eyes. Fast.
Don't even.
I can't stop it though.
You can.
Not.
Can.
Yes. I can stop. I do. Tears go away.
"I'm leaving now," I tell Anna.
Leave.
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In My Mind
SaggisticaDealing with family issues and mental disorders, Leila is telling everything about her. Inside her mind are demons and disruptive plans. She experiences hallucinations throughout the day, which she has grown accustomed to, the voices in her head n...
