how the fuck do you feel/act normal?
my math teacher sent me to the guidance counselor's office today. apparently i have been stranger than usual. it's only because of the new medication i'm on. one of the side effects is a drastic change in my mood and personality.
"how are you feeling today ryder?" the guidance counselor asked me.
i glared at her and refused to answer her question. i hated my name, why didn't she just ask how i was fucking feeling without saying my name. the name made me cringe.
"ryder?" the counselor waved her hand in front of my face. i slapped her hand harshly away and flung it towards her. when she grabbed her hand and began to rub it, i saw she had red marks on her wrist. probably from where i grabbed her too hard.
do i fucking care? no.
should i? probably.
did i want to care?
think again.
YOU ARE READING
empty december.
Teen FictionA short story on the trials and tribulations of a depressed teenage psychopath. LOL, SERIOUSLY. DON'T READ THIS SHIT. I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS JUST STARTING OUT WITH WRITING. IT'S CRAP. SERIOUSLY, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
