Status: Drabble; comments? :)
Deep Fog
i'm not suicidal, i just can't get out of bed
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I know I’m not that bad off yet. My perfect mother says otherwise.
“You must be sick; no teenager stays in bed all summer. I’ll make an appointment at the hospital.” She says this every time, but she never calls to confirm the appointment.
The fog is settling in my mind. I cannot feel anything anymore but the fog.
I try to push up from the mattress once, twice, thrice. I fall back down. Pointless. And people wonder why I stay in bed when I have a God-given, faultless mother. Perfect bitch.
“You must be sick; no teenager stays in bed all summer. I’ll make an appointment at the hospital.” She says this every time, but she never calls to confirm the appointment.
The fog is settling in my mind. I cannot feel anything anymore but the fog.
I try to push up from the mattress once, twice, thrice. I fall back down. Pointless. And people wonder why I stay in bed when I have a God-given, faultless mother. Perfect bitch.