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Saddle Up

"What's gotten into you?!" Mom finally said on the first of March when I refused to go to school for the fourth time. I just shook my head and buried my face in the pillow. She sighed and sat down on the foot of my bed.
"You know you can talk to me about anything at all." She said, patting my foot and leaving the room.
After that Mom treated me different. She didn't try to force me to do anything I didn't want to until halfway through March.
"I'm putting you on anti-depressants. I didn't want to have to resort to drugging you but I don't see another way out." She said, picking up the phone and dialing the doctors office. I screamed no and took it from her, only to hang it up.
"Then get back on your freaking horse, Dear. I love you, but I can't stand another minute of you wallowing around the house like a sick whale." She said, stomping into another room to make her point clear.
"Damn it." I said, running up to my room. I cried for a while then called Honey.
"I need your help. How long have you known Krystal?" I asked as soon as she said hello.