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Sincerely, Anon.

Chapter 15

Anon P.O.V

I stormed home. Talking to myself the whole time about how big of a bitch Hallie was. I walked into my house, which was empty because my mom was in jail. I threw my backpack on the ground and ran into the bathroom.

I stood there crying in front of the mirror. I pulled my moms prescription drug pills out of the medicine cabinet. I looked at the label that stated "DO NOT USE UNLESS GIVEN BY DOCTOR"

Screw that.

I opened the lid and poured a handful of the pills into my hand. I stood staring and clutching at them in my hand. "You won't do it." someone said. I jumped and turned to see Ashley Purdy standing in my bathroom doorway. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He said and smiled. "Why do you care if I over dose?" I said crying. " Well, I care about all people. And I'm pretty sure you're a person." He said. "Hardly." I replied. He slight grasped my hand, taking the pills from my clutch. I opened my hand, and let him take them.

He put every single one back into the bottle and put the bottle back into the cabinet. "Anon, you're a person. No matter what fucking bitch tries to make you feel like you aren't. Andy loves you. He knows how great of a person you are. I think you're cool. I know you're an awesome person. But some people are too worried about their hair or clothing to acknowledge how great a person can be. So Anon, please know, you are a person." He said and hugged me. "Thanks Ash. Now lets go play some video games." I said. "Yes!" he said and ran down into my living room.

Ashley and I played video games for 3 hours straight. Laughing and messing with each other. "Okay, I think you've beaten me." I said finally. "Told you I would never give up." he said and winked at me. I laughed. "Shut up you man hoe." I said and got up off the couch. "Excuse me?" he said and put his hand on his hip, pretending to be offended.

My doorbell rang. "Oh, I'll get it." Ashley said and ran to the door. I watched as he opened the door and Andy was standing there. "Oh. Hey Andy. Quite a surprise." Ashley said. Andy looked from me to Ashley. "Quite a surprise for me too. I see what you're doing Anon. Messing with my fucking head. I see you broke up with me just to go fuck my best friend." He said and turned to leave.

"ANDY!" I yelled. I ran out my door and grabbed on his arm. "First of all, that's not at all what is going on! In fact, he kept me from killing myself which is something you didn't do! And second of all, if I was fucking him what would it matter to you? I mean we aren't together anymore!" I yelled at him. Andy looked at me. Then he turned and walked back to his car..

I stood on my sidewalk, as I watched him pull away.







Notes

PART 2 BITCHES. Lol, I feel bad for breaking Anon and Andy up. So, lets have a vote!

A: Andy and Anon end up back together soon/later in the story
B: Some other shit happens

As always, stay insane! ~Wixie

Comments

@anathema

I do get allowed an outside break once a week.

@LittleWingedWixie
My support to you. i hope they let you go outside, you need vitamin d to stay healthy and it's good for your mental health too. At least 15 minutes a day. If they don't, ask for a vitamin supplement. message me if you want to talk at any point and are able.

anathema anathema
1/14/16

@TwylaBVB



@anathema

In sheer luck, I am allowed breaks now.

@anathema

Yeah, I'm not exactly sure when I will be able to speak to her. Being as her parents are extremely crude and hateful, it may not be for a while.

TwylaBVB TwylaBVB
12/17/15

@TwylaBVB
As someone who has been institutionalized, when I was a minor, twice, please give her my support. If she wants to talk about it when she gets out, let her know I'm here for her, I am a good listener. I'm 34 now, and I was, I think, 16/17 then, and the place I was has since been closed, so it's been a while, but I have some grasp. A lot of people might think it's like in 'girl interrupted' and not realize the author of that book, which I read, and was good, but she was hospitalized during Vietnam, it was very different, just as I'm sure my experience in the late 90s was different from now.

anyway, sorry for long comment, but this hits very close to home. If you want to discuss this in depth feel free to message me. I'm not shy about it but I don't really want to go into detail here because some people glamorize mental illness, or put it in a positive light, and I don't want to do that, you know? (As in discussing the details of why I was there or how sick I was and develop any comparisons with others, I don't like that, does that make any sense?)

i I just wanted to write something personal to let both of you know you have my most profound support from the heart. Never give in, never back down, never give up.

anathema anathema
12/11/15