After he gets home from school, Sealand sneaks up to his room without alerting Papa or Mama and carefully hides the bottle of pills under a loose floorboard in his room. After he replaces the board, he flops down onto his bed, lying on his back, and tries to not think about them at all as he covers his eyes with his hands.
It doesn't work. The more he tries to avoid thinking about them, the more he can see them sitting there under his bed, waiting for him to take another. He wants to; he really, really wants to, but he feels kind of guilty that he took them in the first place and maybe even a little bit weird now that he's come down from that feeling of being able to do so much at once.
He manages not to touch the bottle again for a whole month by throwing himself into everything he can do. Even if it's something that's hard or tedious to do or just something he used to complain about, Sealand does it as long as he can avoid having to think about what's lurking under his bed.
Just as soon as he thinks he can stay away for good, he overhears a classmate talking about being put on pills to a group of his buddies in the halls. He would have kept moving if he hadn't lingered long enough to hear the words 'ADHD' or one of the classmate's friends hadn't piped up about how someone could get really high if they had a handful at a time.
Now that his interest has been piqued again, Sealand can't avoid his thoughts about taking the pills any longer. He tells himself that it's just curiosity; that he'll just take a handful once, throw the rest away, and that'll finally be that.
As soon as school lets out, he runs home, ignoring Mama Finland's usual warm welcome as he runs up to his room, slams the door shut, and locks it. He winces as he hears Mama's footsteps follow him, but manages to get out a quick 'I'm fine!' when Mama stops in front of his door and asks if he's okay.
When Mama's footsteps disappear back down the stairs, Sealand pries up the floorboard that the pills are under and digs them out of the little niche they rest in with trembling, sweaty hands. Once the bottle is in his hands, he twists the cap open and stares at the little white pills once more.
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(Anonymous) 2009-04-03 04:11 am (UTC)(link)After he gets home from school, Sealand sneaks up to his room without alerting Papa or Mama and carefully hides the bottle of pills under a loose floorboard in his room. After he replaces the board, he flops down onto his bed, lying on his back, and tries to not think about them at all as he covers his eyes with his hands.
It doesn't work. The more he tries to avoid thinking about them, the more he can see them sitting there under his bed, waiting for him to take another. He wants to; he really, really wants to, but he feels kind of guilty that he took them in the first place and maybe even a little bit weird now that he's come down from that feeling of being able to do so much at once.
He manages not to touch the bottle again for a whole month by throwing himself into everything he can do. Even if it's something that's hard or tedious to do or just something he used to complain about, Sealand does it as long as he can avoid having to think about what's lurking under his bed.
Just as soon as he thinks he can stay away for good, he overhears a classmate talking about being put on pills to a group of his buddies in the halls. He would have kept moving if he hadn't lingered long enough to hear the words 'ADHD' or one of the classmate's friends hadn't piped up about how someone could get really high if they had a handful at a time.
Now that his interest has been piqued again, Sealand can't avoid his thoughts about taking the pills any longer. He tells himself that it's just curiosity; that he'll just take a handful once, throw the rest away, and that'll finally be that.
As soon as school lets out, he runs home, ignoring Mama Finland's usual warm welcome as he runs up to his room, slams the door shut, and locks it. He winces as he hears Mama's footsteps follow him, but manages to get out a quick 'I'm fine!' when Mama stops in front of his door and asks if he's okay.
When Mama's footsteps disappear back down the stairs, Sealand pries up the floorboard that the pills are under and digs them out of the little niche they rest in with trembling, sweaty hands. Once the bottle is in his hands, he twists the cap open and stares at the little white pills once more.