Busted
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“AVERY.....A-VER-RY......!” Oh crap, mums pissed at me. What did I do now?
“What mum, I'm late for school”
“Look what I found in the bin, Avery?” f**k, she knows.
“Why are you going through my bin mum, so much for privacy." I should have emptied it last night, what was I thinking!
“PRIVACY, this is why Avery, why haven’t you been taking your meds, Avery?”
“I don’t need them mum, I........”
“I heard you talking to Willow last night. That’s why I looked in your bin.” Oh no, why didn’t I be quite. I thought I was careful, I should have kept it in my head.
“Mum, don’t, I need her.” I do, I got no comfort of mum when I needed it, I never have.
“Don’t be stupid Avery, its not normal” Normal? What the hell is normal, is there such thing
“She’s the only thing keeping to sain after dad........!”
“She’s the LAST THING you need.......take the funking meds, Avery, or I’ll send you back to the psych ward . You hear me?” That wasn't a threat. Last time she said that, that's exactly where I went. Isolation, sedation, being restrained. it's torture. Everyone there is like me, hearing voices. The same story's as mine. I hate my medication. For hours after, my body burns. I do get used to it, but after months of taking them, years even, I feel as though I'm dying. my body feels broken, weak. I just want to sleep. my body aches and my vains throb with burning pain. It's a feeling like your life is being consumed with torture with no end to it. I keep begging for them to change my medications, but they won't. Apparently, these are the only ones that work for me, and the benefits outweigh the side effects
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