The Dangerous Ones

Meds: Valerie

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My whole life I've been told I'm dangerous. Explosive if you will. So that's why I started on the meds. Prozac, Celexa, and Zolof mostly, sometimes my mom throws in some vitamin D(to help with my skin, she says). Celexa is the worst. Tastes like mayonnaise. I hate mayonnaise.

Without the meds, I would normally be fine. Until something triggers me. That's when the anger takes control of my body. Like a parasite. Eating me alive and doing whatever it wants. With the meds, it won't happen. The pills drain my body so when I get mad, I don't even care or have enough energy to do anything. The parasite is dead with the meds. As it should be.

My life has always been this way. I started on Prozac when I was five, because my parents couldn't handle sober me. But Prozac wasn't enough. By 9, the doctors added Celexa. After I finished puberty, around 14, the doctors started me on Zolof. I'm a pretty normal teenage girl, other than the meds. Even though the doctors signed and made a disability card. I still attend a 'normal' high school. Even though special treatment is required with my card. Pretty cool right. No. I'm not stupid. I don't need the card with my meds. Whatever, the doctors can't un-sign it anyways.

Today is October 12th, 10:49 AM, to be exact. I may have lied. My school is a private school. Which means every student is treated special anyway. So some students here have ADHD, Anxiety, Bipolar, even one girl in a special class with Dyslexia. But they are all also on meds too, so there won't be any unexpected outbursts. But most students here are fine. Untouched by mental disabilities, at least that I know of.

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"Psst," A light voice startles me from my deep thoughts. Snapping back to reality, I turn in my cyan blue plastic desk chair to see where this voice came from. Jess with her bright green large eyes is beaming back at me. Her silky dark hair flows over her shoulders as she leans over her desk to mine, then reaches out her tan long hand. In the middle of her palm is a small white sheet, folded a couple of times. Hesitantly making sure no one is watching, I reach back grabbing ahold of Jess's sheet. Jessica then raises her finger to her lips as she symbolizes being quiet about it. Jessica then slowly backs up from leaning across her beige wooden desk and adjusts her body in the plastic chair like mine. Turning away from her I do the same adjusting my own body in the chair as I hide the note under the desk. 

Making sure no one saw our exchange I look around the room. Most of my classmates are typing on their computers or reading silently. All except one. Arlo can never focus in class. He's always talking to someone or sneaking texts in class, which explains his ADHD. Arlo this time however is watching me look at him. Arlo doesn't really take any classes seriously. Especially English, which is the class we're supposed to be present in now. Arlo is an interesting guy. He's generally popular, in that group of boys I would say. He doesn't play any sports at school, but he's apparently a god at hockey. I would have to see it myself to believe it.

Raising my eyebrows at Arlo to signal him to stop staring. He's sitting under the window, his dirty blonde hair looking golden in the early morning light. The eyes he's been watching me with, I can never tell what color they are. Sometimes green, sometimes they look hazel. But then again I never really look him in the eye. Boys make me nervous. Almost immediately Arlo shrugs his average-sized body and his eyes dart to the desk in front of him.