2. Chapter 2
My mother's shrieks continued, but I still didn't attempt to move."Michael Gordon Clifford, come down here this instance!" My loving mother yelled. Will I get up and get ready for school for the first time this week or will I just stay here like I have been doing for the past three days? "YOUR STILL NOT DOWN HERE!!!" My intelligent mother felt the need to point out as if I wasn't aware.
I slowly started to get up thinking that I should try to go to school no matter how I was feeling. I walked over to my full body mirror and looked at myself. All I could do was stare at myself like I was a stranger that seemed familiar. But I wasn't I was still the same old Michael, same red hair, same green eyes that change to blue to hazel on good days and the same pale skin.
I walked to my bathroom and started to get ready to go to school. I brushed my teeth, took a shower and decided to wear a black t-shirt that said 'I'm sarcastic because punching people is frowned upon' with black ripped jeans, a leather jacket and converses. Just as I finished changing my mother burst into my room and was about to yell at me but then recoiled in shock. She just took one look at me and whispered "You're going to school today?" I nod and start to walk to my book bag. She then proceeds to say in a louder voice "Have you taken your meds today, Michael?" I say no and she then walks into my room to my bathroom and walks back into my room holding small containers filled with pills.
A couple of years back my parents took me to go see a therapist about my depression, anxiety and ADHD. I then got prescribed Ritalin and fluoxetine, needless to say my parents always insist on me taking them. No one at school knows about all this shit that's going on with me. I mean why would they? They already hate me and don't want anything to do with me. My mother passes me my pills and just stared at me until I opened the cap and put the pills in my mouth. My mother always checks if I have taken them so much so that she checks the inside of my mouth as well.
"Well then, hurry up and go to school you wouldn't want to be late would you? Jake has already left to go to school and your father has gone to work. Michael dear, why can't you try to be more like Jake and actually do what you are supposed to?" My mother says to me and before I could respond she walked out of my room and left it at that. My whole family always makes comments like that as often as they could.
I walk out of my room and down the spiral marble stairs and go straight to the garage to get on my black Harley Davidson motorcycle. I valued that bike more than anything else and if someone ever tried to damage or get rid of my bike I would give them a high five in the face with a chair. Or what my boss Gina calls an attitude adjustment slap. I get on bike put my helmet on and drive off. I drive in and out of cars while running a few stop sign and I also take the joy to flip off shitty drives at the same time. In a matter of 10 minutes I reach my schools parking lot and park my bike there. I check the time on my iphone and see that it's 9:05. I slowly walk up the stairs to the schools entrance and whisper "I'm ready for hell."