Bite me

Chapter 17

Sayaka

My eyes flickered back and forth as I prepared my Nikon camera on its tripod. It was early in the morning and I could feel myself slipping in and out of consciousness. My body was worn out and I felt as if my knees were made of lead. The bags under my eyes deepened and my hands were shaking drastically.

The reason I'm like this is because I haven't taken my pills that helped me avoid these incidents... not because I'm ruthless, but because I wanna get to the bottom of my personality disorder. Having a personality disorder is hard and I'm fed up with it...

I can't do this...

Flashback...

I slammed my hands on the counter as I grew very impatient of waiting.

"What do you need?" A doctor at the counter muttered in a very blank tone as she stared at her computer, typing what seemed to be a long, stretched out email. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she was wearing big framed glasses. She was wearing a white lab coat with a black turtleneck. She appeared to be about in her early 40's.

"What I need is someone to give me my check up! Do you realize how scary it is to be a teenage girl that has personality problems?!"

The doctor looked at me almost as if she didn't care what I was saying. She looked at me as her glasses were slightly pulled down. She raised her long skinny finger to the left of her as there was a hallway.

"Down the corridor to your right, go see if he's done or not." She said monotoned and looked back at her computer.

I was utterly impressed by the way she handled me, but that still doesn't mean I'm not mad.

I marched my way to the corridor as she said. I didn't know what was going on with me, but I definitely wanted it gone. I scanned through the hallway as I found a big light brown door that was made of a rich shiny oak.

I knocked on the door and a low voice bellowed, "Come in."

I opened the door and saw the doctor sitting at his desk. He had grey hair with black streaks. He looked old...too old. I was still raging on the inside and I felt as if I needed to punch somebody across the face for such a long wait, but I kept to myself and refrained. I stayed in the doorway as he asked for my name in a rugged tone.

"Yamamoto Sayaka..." I answered quietly.

"Your appointment is later today..." He looked at me from the papers he was holding in his hands, "You're rather early... in fact, a couple hours early."

He stood up from his chair and proceeded to walk over to a cabinet, inside was pills, all kinds of different pills.

"Well, lucky for you the patient that was supposed to come in a couple minutes ago said she couldn't make it. Since this is the last day before I go on vacation, why not mix it up. What do you need?" He grabbed a bottle of oval shaped pills that looked as big as a bus.

I stood in confusion.

"My personality disorder...I want it gone."

He turned as if realizing who I was in an instant.

"Ahh...as you were explaining everything over the phone, I have gotten everything ready for you. I heard or a case similar to yours once, it was a girl your age, maybe a little older..."

I simply looked un-amused as I stood in the doorway, still kicking at the ground. My face was sour and still.

"Here." The doctor held out his hand with the pill bottle placed inside. "Take these twice a week, after taking them for about two months, show a video of your progression in your mood swings."