I woke up to the sound of my father knocking at my door again. Like before, he seemed restless and stressed. I felt overly tired and it took a while for me to get enough motivation to reply to him. When I opened the door, he looked down at me with a slight annoyance in his expression.
“Ready to go?” His mood lifted for some reason.
“I just woke up.” I replied in an annoyed tone.
“Did you come home with someone else yesterday?”
“How is that any of your business?”
“I don't want you out that late. You know that. Who was that person you were with?”
“He was just a friend from school.”
“Don't go out late again. Understand?”
“Even if I did, there's nothing you can do about it.” I mumbled quietly.
“Blake, we don't have time for this.”
“You know it's true.”
“We're going in 5 minutes.” He turned his back to me and walked back upstairs.
I closed the door and locked it. Before, I had never taken out my anger on him in any way. I saw the medication that I took for the dark thoughts such as these and I soon found myself holding the bottle in my hands without being fully aware. Biting my lip, the stress only added to my panic. I dropped the medication to the floor and went over to the dresser so I could look somewhat presentable to others. The pills were strewn about where I dropped them. I didn't want to take them anymore. The effects were becoming troublesome because I now couldn't suppress those thoughts anymore. I was also starting to feel nauseated. My breaths grew heavy and ragged.
“I said 5 minutes, not 15, hurry up.” My dad sounded upset.
As much as I tried to reply to him, no words came to my mouth. My vision was blurry and I leaned against the wall uncomfortably. I leaned over and sat against the wall carefully. He knocked on the door and opened it.
“What're you doing?” He came and stood next to me, looking as uncomfortable as ever.
“My head hurts.” I struggled with my words.
“Maybe you should stay home, you look pale.”
“I don't want to, I can't.”
“You need to try to relax, okay?”
“The medication isn't working.”
“When did you take it last?”
“I took too many a few days ago.”
“Tsk, they told you not to do this.” He sat down beside me and put a hand on my head.
“That day was awful.” I hesitated, remembering back to that time.
“You're burning up. You shouldn't go out.”
“Are you going to leave again?”
“I can't be alone with my thoughts. Not like this.”
“They will be upset if I-” His voice trailed off as I looked him in the eyes.
I held his gaze for several minutes and he only seemed more troubled.
“That look doesn't make anything easier for me. She'd do the same to get her way.” He looked away.
“Do you know where she is?”
“We're not going over this again. Neither of us need this now.”
“I need to know the truth.”