Chapter 7, Meds.

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by steamymuke

by steamymuke

I woke up with the sun shining in my face and an unbearable headache. My meds. That was the first thought to pop into my cloudy head. How ironic. Sunny day, cloudy thoughts.

Sadly though, my meds werent the last thing that bursted through my usually controlled train of thought. "Your fault!" they hissed menancingly, tearing at my retinas with sharp pulls intended to inflict pain and nothing other than pain. I gasped and sat up more forcefully than intended.

A body shifted on top of me and I furrowed my eyebrows in confused. At what point in the night did this happen?

"Oh, you like him? well he could never love someone as worthless and pathetic as you. Murderer. Murderer. Murderer." The voices taunted, increasing in depth and sound with every passing remark.

I pulled my hands over my ears and roughly pulled myself out from under Michael, running upstairs to my bathroom.

I slammed the door shut and frantically pulled open the drawer, scrambling to find that mini bottle of pills I so cleverly hid.

I found it nestled between some Advil and Pepto-Bismol. My hands shook while opening the bottle and it felt like a lifetime before I got the cap off. The cap slipped from my hands and clattered to the floor dramatically, echoing in the quiet bathroom.

I shook out two pills into the palm of my hand and put them in my mouth, dry swallowing them. The voices stopped immediately, like an echo being swallowed into the void.

I sighed in relief and bent down to pick up the fallen cap. I had never had that happen before, and it exhausted me, even if I just woke up.

"Luke?" a voice timidly asked,
startling me. I hid the bottle behind my back and turned to the voice's direction.

Michael stood in the bathroom doorway, clutching a black blanket to his bare torso. His skin looked ghostly pale in contrast to the blanket and his hair stood up wildly in several directions. If I wasn't so scared right now I'd kiss him for being so damn cute.

"Michael! Y-you startled me, what are u doing awake? it's early still go to bed."

He gave me a once over and i squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze.
"What's behind ur back? And why are you so jumpy? Did you just cry? You're eyes are red." Michael asked me, bombarding me with questions.

I didn't answer. I couldn't tell him what I did, he'd hate me. So instead I glared at him and coldly responded "Why do you care?" He seemed taken aback by my sudden hostile attitude and he shifted nervously from his left foot to his right.

"It's just, you seemed upset and I don't know, you helped me so I thought you'd want some help too."

"I don't need help, and if I did, I wouldn't want it from you. " I said even though my brain kicked me repeatedly for being so rude to him.

Michael's eyes trailed to the floor and I swear I could see him start to tear up. But before I could tell if I just imagined it he looked back up with a glare and harshly exclaimed, "What is your problem?"

I laughed, "I don't have a problem! Or at least I don't seem to remember having one. I'm doing great. Why? Do you have a problem? I guess if you did, you wouldn't remember huh?" I laughed harshly, feeling a manic haze take over me.

Michael's eyes shifted back to the floor, his anger diminishing, as he slowly backed from the hallway.

"I'm sorry for bothering you, I won't care about you any more I guess." Michael said before retreating out the door. A door slammed shut, echoing through the quiet in house, signaling Michael in his room.

I sighed and slid down the wall, putting my head into my hands and breathing in a shaky breath. What did I just do?

SO YEAH SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED I DONT MEAN TO IVE JUST BEEN SUPER BUSY AND HEY IM PUTTING YALL BEFORE HOMEWORK BE THANKFUL((; IM GOING TO TRY TO UPDATE MORE I PROMISE OH AND HAPPY NEW YEARS I LOVE U XX