Post by Fallenheart on Feb 15, 2011 17:42:27 GMT -6
Holding the dense, heavy bag in one hand, and a small, cold room key in the other, I sucked in a breath. The cool air rushed into my throat, and it made me gasp. I felt like dragging the key across my arm, digging it into my skin, causing undeniable pain to myself. Nothing was worth anything anymore . . .
I pushed the urges away, remembering to take my pills once I found my room. I lacked shoes, for I did not see any rule against it in the student codebook. The scratchy carpeting was rough against my callused feet, and it didn't do good for the scars where rocks had sliced my feet open. My arms were covered in long white scars, from the many times I'd run through thick foliage, and gotten snagged on more than a few thorns and branches.
My chest ached, and it felt as if it would swell up and burst. The world is mad. Not me. I'm normal. The world is mad. I always told myself that when I felt one of my sessions coming on. Despite the horrible truth, I told myself lies to stay safe. Hide from hurt, worry, and regret. Disappear from reality, the world, the pain. I was a coward. I never wanted to face life head-on. Rather, I ran from it. I was pathetic and weak. Problems plagued me, yet I never faced them. They simply got worse. I couldn't grip reality. Pathetic . . .
When I finally paused outside a polished wooden door that read Amilee Marie on it, I took in another breath. I fumbled with the key, dropping it a few times. My arms ached from the struggle of carrying my entire life inside that old blue duffle bag. When I caught a glimpse of the name that was scrawled on it, I felt tears try to break free. I looked away and gave the thought a mental shove. It was my first day at Cortez Academy. I couldn't allow something as trivial as the owner of my duffle bag to get the best of me.
When I swung the door open, I didn't bother to look at my surroundings. I fell on the cold bed. One small tear trickled down my cheek, and I remembered to take my pills.
Pulling the bottle out, I popped the lid off and shook two pills out of it. I gazed at the label, and it read how often to take it.
Take 2 pills every four hours for treatment of clinical depression. Do not take more than the said amount. Receive a refill once you run out of pills.
Like I said. Pathetic.
I trudged to the small sink in the corner and turned it on. The water burned, but I didn't register it. I splashed it into my face, and it dripped onto my shirt. I grabbed a small paper cup, filled it with water, and dropped the two pills in it. They fizzed up, then died back down. I drank the water and gagged. I hated the medicine. I always wished I didn't have to take it. It was a sad attempt to save a life.
I pulled out two heavy dumbbells and laid back on my bed. I began to slowly lift them up in reps of twenty, and hoped exercise would keep unwanted thoughts away from my mind.
This is a post I made xD Feel free to comment on it, tell me it sucks, yada-yada. I got lazy towards the end. Lol. xD Though, it's fairly depressing, I suppose. >->
I pushed the urges away, remembering to take my pills once I found my room. I lacked shoes, for I did not see any rule against it in the student codebook. The scratchy carpeting was rough against my callused feet, and it didn't do good for the scars where rocks had sliced my feet open. My arms were covered in long white scars, from the many times I'd run through thick foliage, and gotten snagged on more than a few thorns and branches.
My chest ached, and it felt as if it would swell up and burst. The world is mad. Not me. I'm normal. The world is mad. I always told myself that when I felt one of my sessions coming on. Despite the horrible truth, I told myself lies to stay safe. Hide from hurt, worry, and regret. Disappear from reality, the world, the pain. I was a coward. I never wanted to face life head-on. Rather, I ran from it. I was pathetic and weak. Problems plagued me, yet I never faced them. They simply got worse. I couldn't grip reality. Pathetic . . .
When I finally paused outside a polished wooden door that read Amilee Marie on it, I took in another breath. I fumbled with the key, dropping it a few times. My arms ached from the struggle of carrying my entire life inside that old blue duffle bag. When I caught a glimpse of the name that was scrawled on it, I felt tears try to break free. I looked away and gave the thought a mental shove. It was my first day at Cortez Academy. I couldn't allow something as trivial as the owner of my duffle bag to get the best of me.
When I swung the door open, I didn't bother to look at my surroundings. I fell on the cold bed. One small tear trickled down my cheek, and I remembered to take my pills.
Pulling the bottle out, I popped the lid off and shook two pills out of it. I gazed at the label, and it read how often to take it.
Take 2 pills every four hours for treatment of clinical depression. Do not take more than the said amount. Receive a refill once you run out of pills.
Like I said. Pathetic.
I trudged to the small sink in the corner and turned it on. The water burned, but I didn't register it. I splashed it into my face, and it dripped onto my shirt. I grabbed a small paper cup, filled it with water, and dropped the two pills in it. They fizzed up, then died back down. I drank the water and gagged. I hated the medicine. I always wished I didn't have to take it. It was a sad attempt to save a life.
I pulled out two heavy dumbbells and laid back on my bed. I began to slowly lift them up in reps of twenty, and hoped exercise would keep unwanted thoughts away from my mind.
This is a post I made xD Feel free to comment on it, tell me it sucks, yada-yada. I got lazy towards the end. Lol. xD Though, it's fairly depressing, I suppose. >->
