Bipolar (It's more than what you see )

6-I'm not CRAZY.



My eyes suddenly fluttered open and all I saw was darkness.

The scent in the room wasn't the repulsive smell of medicine but the very familiar scent of my room. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I immediately realized what had suddenly stirred me awake.

Keith!!!

What the heck was happening? His whole body was jerking violently and he was sweating profusely. I tried to stop it but it wouldn't stop.

"Dad!!! Mom!!!" I screamed and ran towards their room. My dad met me halfway with confusion written all over his face.

"What's the problem squirt?"
I couldn't respond I only pointed towards the room hysterically and glanced to see if my mother would come out but the shut door to my parent's room glanced back at me.

"Donna, get the car key. We need to get him to the hospital".

I raced into my parent's room without knocking on the door, grabbed the key to my Dad's car and raced out to meet him in the garage.

"Dad, what's happening to Keith?" I asked in a panic.

"No questions, just drive squirt"

"Are you sure it's okay to move him? Shouldn't you call the paramedics or something?"

"Donna, drive the damn car and stop asking questions. It's bad enough that I'm entrusting my life in the hands of a sixteen-year-old but someone needs to keep your brother steady and this car isn't gonna drive itself. Quit talking and just drive".

Dad seemed pissed off and my hands started shaking, I was worried about Keith but driving this car might be the only help I could offer right now. I  switched on the ignition and started driving out of the garage then I saw my mom standing in confusion with her arms folded across her chest.

This woman does a better job at pissing me than Melanie does. What kind of mother doesn't care what's going on with her children?

Anger fueled my vein and I swerved the car angrily in her direction causing her to stumble.

"Donna what are you doing? I asked you to drive not kill your mother". My father exclaimed angrily.

Well, for now, Keith was the focus. I could deal with my mother later. The hospital was a 20-minute drive from the house. As I drove, I thought of anything that could possibly be wrong with Keith; my brother was a healthy Ox and this night felt unreal. My hands shook badly against the steering wheel and it was taking an effort to drive, I felt my lungs begin to tighten up and knew what was coming. Trying my best to stay calm, I took deep breaths and kept my eyes focused on the road trying my best to keep away all the negative thoughts. Whatsoever my dad did to keep Keith steady worked but he was still sweating and his limbs looked stiff.

I drove into the hospital driveway and dad dashed out of the car with Keith.

That was a miracle, I managed to control my Panic attack. It feels like progress.

Julia Micheals Anxiety played loudly from my phone, I looked at the screen and groaned.

"Yes," I answered curtly.

"Where have you all gone to?" My mom asked in a tone that matched mine.

"Mom, you know what? You make me sick to my stomach_____"

"Young Woman watch your tone" My mom responded interrupting me.

"Mrs Emma Walters, I will speak to you how I please" I answered daring her. This was the first time I was speaking rudely to my mother but at this point, I didn't care. I would have been okay with her behaviour if it was directed at me but when Keith is involved I was willing to put respect aside and check her.