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Josh's POV

  "Have you been taking your pills Josh?" he asked me. I hated coming here. It was so stupid.

"Yes." I lied. I never took my pills. He said they helped, but they did nothing.

He just nodded in frustration as I observed his office that I was too familiar with. It was somewhat nice. It had a nice desk and two chairs, one which I was sitting in, in front of the desk. Plus a couple of paintings on the wall, probably from patients, that were pretty nice.

"I've been thinking about giving you some new pills to take. It's better for your migraines." He stated still staring at his clipboard.

I hated taking pills. They didn't do shit. They were annoying. My throat was too swollen to even swallow them anymore.

"Josh, you have to actually take them for them to work." He said as if he was reading my mind.

"Bullshit." I said with a huff. It doesn't make sense. No sense at all.

"Josh, language!" He said setting his clipboard down fast. I don't know why swearing bothered him so much. I do it every time I'm here, which is everyday.

"Yeah.. sorry." I say sighing starting to stand up. It was finally time for me to leave. He gave me the pills and out the door I went.

I felt a cold breeze hit my face and chills went down my body. It was mid December in Columbus, Ohio, so it was freezing. I loved the cold though.

My mom pulled up and I got in the car. "How was it sweetie?" She asked. I didn't care to answer. I hate her so much for making me go to this stupid place. We pull out of the therapists parking lot and drive off.

I stared out the car window and the thoughts started coming. I always wondered what it would be like to be in a car crash. I've always wanted to feel that kind of pain. I just wanted to grab the wheel and pull on it as hard as I possibly could.

We get home and I run down to the basement to play my drums. I always liked playing drums. The idea of hitting something as hard as you want and it can't feel pain at all always made me feel something weird in my stomach.

After a few hours my mom comes to tell me dinners ready. I walk into the dining room and sit at the table. She hands me a plate with pork chops, mashed potatoes, and green beans. She always snuck my pills into my food. I checked for pills and found three in my pork chops.

I quickly throw them away and eat my food fast. After dinner I decide id head "to bed".

"Night mom!" I yell as I go upstairs to my room. "Night sweetie." She says starting to wash the dishes.

I get to my room and start slowly opening my window. I wanted to go to the treehouse today.

I climb onto my roof cautiously and slowly climb down the latter I had placed there a while back.

It was about a thirty minute walk through the woods to the treehouse. The treehouse always made me feel safe. It made me forget about all my problems.