Overdose

3. Yvonne Mcreary

I woke up to the sound of my mom stumbling into the house. I looked at my phone. Six-thirty in the morning. Oh well, I'd have to wake up at seven. Might as well get an early start to my day.

My mother. Sierra Mcreary. Used to be successful and a good mother. We moved to the United Kingdom so we could live with my mother's new husband, James. They had met through the college my mom was studying at. Aiming for a Masters degree. She wanted to be a doctor. However, five years after we moved, James got into a car accident. He died a few days later.

I got in the shower, ready to start another day of school. I took my medicine and got dressed in my school's uniform for another day at Elbridge School for the Gifted.

By "Gifted" they really mean rich. I was there because James and my mother were bigshot doctors at one of the biggest hospitals in the UK. Before James had died, he had put into his will that half of his money should be used to get me through the rest of my years in school. Even when my mom got fired for being a terrible doctor, they didn't kick me out because they knew life was hard for me. My mom said they wanted to avoid a scandal.

"Off to school!" I said to my mom's door, even though I was sure my mom was already passed out. I left my house and began the walk to school.

Elbridge was huge, which made sense considering how expensive tuition was. I entered the school, ready to try and ignore the incoming comments. And then, there he was.

If Xander ever met Tiegan, I think he would have admired him.

I tried to get out of Tiegan's line of sight, but it was too late.

Tiegan Emerson, son of the mayor. I know some people say that you shouldn't blame others for your depression, but I did blame him.

"Hey, mute freak!" He yelled, getting the attention of most people in the hallway.

A phrase he used quite a lot. One that sticks in my mind. You might think it isn't that hurtful, but to me, it certainly was.

"My girlfriend wants to know when you're gonna stop leaving your razors in the bathroom." His friends laughed as he suddenly changed his taunting demeanor to one of mock concern. He came over to me. "Yvonne, what's that on your uniform?"
"What?" I asked.

He grabbed my arm, and covered his mouth with his other hand. I gasped when he touched me. "Yvonne, I think you got a bit of blood on your shirt. By this point, I thought you'd be more careful to not make a mess when you slit your wrists."

Somehow Tiegan had found out that I had been to a mental hospital. That was perfect ammo for him. So, yes. I have depression. As teens are obviously sympathetic and good-hearted, this made me a prime target for bullying. I know what you're thinking, "All the bullying must have made you have a thicker skin." I wish I could say so.

I pulled my arm away from him, feeling exposed. I didn't like people touching me, especially Tiegan, and I wanted to say that I didn't self harm, well, not anymore at least. But it would be useless, and I didn't want everyone to know such a private thing about me. Tiegan already had enough to use against me.

"Hey, that's enough." A boy said, suddenly standing next to me.

At the time, I didn't know who this boy was. We had a few classes together, but we never talked. I will call him by his name, Tristan Romano.

"Yeah, like what did she even do to you?" Another boy asked.

This was Kieran Templeton, someone else I would end up growing close with.

"Oh, brill. Look who stopped making out with each other and took some time to actually talk to a girl. I'm surprised you two even want to be around a girl. It's not like you guys are into them."