As much as Bella tried to deny it, something was wrong. She wasn't alright no matter how often or how well she ignored her symptoms. Isolating herself from friends and family had become second nature to her. Anything to prevent them from noticing her abrupt mood swings and irritability. Anything to ensure that her nieces and nephew, or her younger siblings and step-siblings weren't around when she became manic or her mood bordered on depressed.
She felt she had no control over it. Some days she was literally bouncing off the walls, trying to sustain a racing mind and calm herself down. To ignored the desire to head out into the town and dance the night away, or skip through the streets like a mad woman. Was she turning into a mad woman...? Other days, she felt so down that she didn't want to get out of bed. She wondered what would happen if she just took one more sleeping pill, or two, or six.Yet her logical mind always seemed to take over in such moments. Thank the powers above! Being in Rio made Bella remember how fun it could be hanging with family. It had been surprisingly fun playing beach volleyball and beach football with her siblings and even with Emi. Who would've thought it would be so fun playing such sports with a little toddler? Bella sighed and collapsed on her hotel bed, trying to bargain with the gods. Anything to fall asleep. How long had it been? A week? Two. She needed to sleep or else she'd go crazy. She rolled over and reached out to the side table, picking up the bottle of sleeping pills. She considered it for a moment, only to toss the bottle into her open suitcase and roll onto her belly. Maybe one more night without sleep wouldn't hurt.
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