Medication

As I sat in the back of the cab, I couldn’t quite keep my thoughts in order. I began to wonder if this happens to anyone or even everyone. Not being able to concentrate on one specific thing. I had roughly five different conversations going on in my head. Some being “I wonder how dad is doing.” and, “I should have gotten the hot drink.” “I need to dye my hair”, and so on. One thing kept repeating itself in the back of my mind, though. I couldn’t seem to get rid of the soft voice saying “take the pills, Ophelia.” Sounding like my deceased mother.

“Take it. Use your coffee, take it.” I quickly shook my head and gazed out of the side window of the cab, desperately trying to take my mind off of the pills disintegrating in my left shaking hand.

It was a late Saturday evening, the nightlife just getting started. Couples laughing, friends pushing, people smiling... I wanted to kill them all.

Nobody likes taking a smile clean off someone’s face more than the next girl, but I need to refrain from amusing myself for a while. With that being said, I popped the pills in my mouth, closing my eyes and resting my head on the back seat.

With the voices in my head fading, and the music from the radio growing louder, “you win.” I whispered to the voice in my head. Maybe next time.