Spectrum Disorder

Social coaching is hard

I sigh as Mom pulls into the drive-thru. 

"What do you want honey?"

"Nothing..."

"Gerard, are you feeling alright?"

"What do ya mean?"

"You usually can't wait to go to Mickey D's. What's up?"

I lay my head on the seat, the smell of McNuggets making me feel sick.

"I'm sick," I admit, after ordering a coke.

Mom immediatly freaks. She starts asking all these questions. I tell her that I probably have the flu. She asks for crackers. 

"Mom, I'm NOT hungry!" I say pushing the crackers back in her hands.

"Gerard Arthur Way," she starts.

"I AM NOT HUNGRY!" i say defiantly. Well, I basically scream it. Tears drip from my eyes. Why won't people LEAVE ME ALONE!? Screwit, I'm gonna skip social coaching next week, and I don't give a flying fish.

As we enter my therapists office she
looks at me. She KNOWS somethings up.

"Gerard?"

I raise my head. "What?"

Yeah, I KNOW what you'll tell me.... How was school; what's up.

"Gerard?"

I stay silent.

"Gerard? Are you ok?"

"Y...yeah."

"You're stuttering, something is up."

I come clean, "School sucks. And I'm sick."

She asks me if I wanted to change the date, but I say no. I sure wish I could have said yes, because I freeze. She looks at me. I widen my eyes, and throw up on the carpet, like Reagan from The Exorcist. She calls mom, and I go sit down, holding my aching head. Whatever I'm gunna sleep now...