Chapter 2: Happy pills
I awoke from a nightmare into a living nightmare. The light from my nearby lamp immediately attacked my eyes, and the cool winter air from the vent chilled my skin. After a few minutes of arguing with my mind, I floped out of bed and immediately went down the dark oak stairs in the narrow hallway.
I arrived at my mum's kitchen. I call it hers because she basically lives in there. Anyways, I looked over at the black marble top counters and saw a note. It was from mum , just saying that she had gone to work and that she loves me. 'Yeah right...' a whispered thought echoed around my head, 'literally nobody loves you. I am the only one you can trust.'
So yeah , that's a thing that happens a lot. Thoughts. In my head. That I didn't put there. That's why I take my 'happy pills'. One at morning one at night, and I'll remember how to smile. Except, I don't. I can't. Ever since I was about 10, I've been trapped in this sad, empty, numb state. I'm 16 now, and only started getting help about a month ago. Help, meaning absolutely nothing but pills that make me worse than to begin with.
I take them out the draw and swallow them. The things I consider to be cyanide. I take them. Just like that. And then my shitty fucking day begins...
A/N:
This chapter was just to build my character up a little. Story coming, very soon. And I promise you, It'll be hell for my character, who's name is...
you know what. I'll tell you next time.
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