Memento Mori

I woke up the next morning, screaming my head off. My head was moving in all sorts of directions and I felt like I was being strangled. My head finally landed on my left ear. Fucking Christ. These spasms. I swear. They'll be the death of me. Oh wait, they will be (*que quiet crying*).

After laying in bed for five minutes and staring at the ceiling, I got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. As I was undressing, I remebered yesterday. I felt a smile forming on my face as I rembered Gerard. He seemed like a pretty cool guy, even if I had just met him. I stepped into the lukewarm water and began to think of his face. His eyes, his voice; how he seemed to make every word he said sound seductive and sexy. Oh god, his lips. Those lips. Before I knew it I had a mental image of his lips behind my shut eyelids and my hand was creeping towards my lower region.

"Frankie!" My mom called. Well, if I was going to get a hard on, It's gone now. For sure.

"Yes?" I yelled back. No answer. What the fuck is the point of calling me if your aren't going to answer? Thinking that she probably needs me, I finshed washing myself and stepped out. The cold air hit me like a brick and it was pretty tempting to get back into the shower. I manned through it and wrapped a towel around my waist and walked to my room. I took the towel off and on went my boxers. Then some black skinny jeans along with a pink belt. Feeling fancy, instead of the average tee, I went for a white button up with a blood red tie. I ran back into the bathroom and smuged a bit of eyeliner on and looked in the mirror at my full image. I look pretty damn good.

I went downstairs and saw my mum sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other.
"Goodmorning, sweetie!" she smiled warmly as she saw me. "Morning." I smiled as I made my way to the coffee pot. "Did you need me? You called my name." I asked as I took down a mug frm the cupboard. Her eyes widened and she cleared her throat.

"That doctor you met up with called. He wanted to prescribe some muscle relaxers." She said. "If you want to get the prescription, you have to check in with him and he'll send you to the right pharmacy." I felt lightheaded. I was never really the one to take pills, even though I got sick really easily. She must have seen thee look on my face because she then stood up and came to hug me. I let out a shakey "O-okay.." and she kissed my forehead. At that moment I had never felt so loved by my mum. I finished my cup of coffee and said goodbye to my mum, on my way to the doctors office to get the prescription. I didn't care about taking the pills in general anymore, I was willing to try ANYTHING to at least stay for more than a year. After seeing my my cry so much after all this, that was all I wanted.

I made it to the doctors office in no time and he gave me the prescription to 'Diazepam' which would apparently help a lot. The pharmacy, however, was far. It was on the other fucking side of town but, it was the only place to get the pills that I needed. I made it to the far more fancy-er side of town and found the right pharmacy. The girl across the counter handed it to me almost immediately and I found myself sitting in my car reading the lable on the bottle. 'Warning: Contents are toxic. Take only the amount told by physican.' I sighed and rested my head on the steering wheel. This is too much for me.

I lifted my head to see an familiar person walking towards my car.

Notes

Filler. Sorry. :/

(P.s I know! I've been gone forever! Sorry, I've had writer block.)