Insane

The Doctor

December 1, 3068
"I can't believe they're actually making you do this." Ashley said to me as we walked out of our seventh hour classroom.

"It's my parents Ash, what do you expect?" I said.

"I just think it's messed up they're making you go to a doctor because they think you're messed up in the head," She said laughing.

"Shut up," I replied, laughing.

We said bye to each other and I walked out the front doors. I saw my mom waiting for me in the car, she didn't let me drive myself to school today because she thought I would skip the doctor's appointment.

"Hey hun, how was school?" My mom asked as I got in the car.

"Fine." I said flatly.

"How are you feeling today?" She questioned as she pulled out of the parking lot.

"Like my brain is fucked up, or as you'd like to say 'troubled'," I said in a snappy tone.

"Language," she scolded, "are you acting this way because I'm making you go to a doctor?"

"I don't know mom, you tell me." I replied, sounding more angry than I meant.

"I'm only trying to help you Amber." She said quickly.

Just as she finished saying that we pulled into the parking lot of the doctors office. I hesitantly opened my door, my anxiety suddenly hitting me.

As we came up to the front desk my mom said, "I have an appointment for Amber Rodes."

"Ok! The doctor will be out in a moment!" She said happily.

I rolled my eyes as I walked over to a seat to wait in.

We must have waited twenty minutes for the doctor to come out, but when he finally did, I have to admit, he was pretty much the literal Baberaham Lincoln. He had dark brown hair, he must have been at least six foot, and he had a face that could be compared to a god, plus, he looked like he must have only been about twenty-five.

"Amber Rodes?" He called out in a surprisingly deep voice.

I got up and followed him to one of the rooms. I sat down on the table and my mom sat in the chair by the table. As I was waiting for the doctor to pull up my tab or whatever on the computer I looked down and saw that his name tag said Josh Parker.

"How are you feeling today Amber?" He asked finally, looking at me and away from his computer.

"Okay I guess," I said.

"It says here that you have been pretty under the weather lately. Is that true?" He asked me.

"What does that even mean?" I asked, not knowing how to respond.

"Here, let me rephrase that," he said, chuckling lightly. "Has it been harder for you to get out of bed in the morning? Are you more irritable? Stuff like that..."

"Yeah, I guess," I said flatly.

He asked me a bunch more questions and took my blood pressure. When he was done asking me things to try and figure out what was wrong with me, he diagnosed me with something I never expected...
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December 2, 3068
"Major depressive disorder with psychotic features??" Ash asked a little too loudly, as people looked at us.

"Shhh! But yes.... My mom is making me go to this support group thing that he offered. I guess he runs it himself." I said.

"At least he's hot," she joked.

"True," I agreed, "maybe I'll just go to enjoy the fact that he exists," I said chuckling.

The bell rang and we made our way to our first hour classes. As the day drug on my mood seemed to get worse and worse. By the time the day was over I was so exhausted I could barely drive home.

When I was home I went strait to my bedroom and went to sleep.

I woke up several hours later and walked into the living room. I saw that my dad had the news on, so I decided to sit down and watch some.

"Breaking news tonight, meteorologists have spotted a massive meteor headed directly towards earth. They say that if the meteor collides with earth the damage will be colossal. Possibly ending all life on our planet."

"Can you believe this shit?" I asked, trying to process what I just heard.

"No, not really." My dad said casually as he changed the channel.

The longer I thought about what the news anchor had just said, the more psychotic I felt. I guess that's a side effect of having psychotic depression.

"Amber did you take your medication?" my mom yelled from the kitchen.

"No." I replied, walking to the kitchen and taking the four pills Dr. Baberaham prescribed for me.

This is the moment I realised that I really am messed up. My brain is so fucked... But this is also the moment that I realised that the pills that I was prescribed made me very, very sleepy...