Medication

                                    

                                          
Nathan stared down at his phone, a blank, emotionless expression on his face. The school account had posted that there will be an assembly to honor the principal.
"Assembly this, assembly that. How about they assemble their brain cells to come up with more useful crap to do."
Nathan giggled quietly, no one was funnier than him.
He put his phone down next to him and was about to call it a night, tommorow would be Monday and he'd have to rest. But across the hall he could hear his mother's distant sobs. He grabbed one of his many frog plushies, and angirly threw it at his door. Can't she shut up already? Her sobbing most definitely didn't help him sleep.
Had she even slept in the past few days? When was the last time she'd slept? Nathan furrowed his brows, trying to figure it out.
But he had no answer, he'd wake up and she'd be crying, before bed she'd be crying. If she got any sleep it wasn't enough, because before the accident Nathan would definitely wake up earlier than her.
Thinking about how he'd often wake up early got him thinking of his siblings. His twin sister, most importantly. He'd woken up early to avoid them, anyway.
It was a weird feeling he had when he'd occasionally think about her. These occasions had only been when he was doing something he remembers doing with her, riding the bus was a time he missed her. He knew that if it hadn't been for the accident, if he'd just been alone on the bus one day, he'd get called a pipsqueak.
She'd provided protection for him, and he missed that, if that was even the word to describe the feeling. But as soon as he was off the bus she wouldn't occupy his thoughts anymore.
Nathan blinked, his brain had trailed off, out of his control. That was no good, he was thinking about his mother now. And how he'd get her to sleep.
He narrowed his eyes and stared into the distance outside his window. He recalled a time where he couldn't sleep, the 3 months before he started highschool, his parents had given him sleeping pills. The one reason this wasn't a fond memory was because they'd forced him to eat it, like he was a dog or something. His father had held him down and fed it to him, and he would either have had to swallow it or choke. Nathan had swallowed the pill, and dosed off.
Countless times.
The memory brought him rage, and it had all been his mother's idea. He furrowed his eyebrows and grabbed his phone again, he scrolled through his contacts list before presing a specific one.
Adam Smith.
He pressed the call button, and put the phone up to his ear, waiting impatiently. Adam answered just a few seconds later.
"Hi." Adam said, sounding.. Definitely not as cheerful as he always was.
Nathan realized his own stupidity. He blinked, remaining silent for a few moments, before he quickly hung up and decided to text him instead.
He was typing quickly.
His text read: idiot i dont talk. can you drive me to the hospital?
Adam didn't even take 30 seconds to respond, with: It's closed rn.
Nathan frowned while typing: drive me.
He could almost sense Adam's hesitation through the screen, as he took far too long to type out: Kay, be there in 30.
Nathan pouted, thirty whole minutes. That sounded horrible.
He sighed and stood up, deciding to just get dressed already.
As he rummaged through his closet with narrowed eyes, he found himself thinking too much about this. Should he wear something cute? Something... More hot? Just his usual style at school?
After some short debating among himself, he decided on something cute.