Altered States
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+Chapter Two+

Take it From the Beginning


“Frick, you’re being an idiot, you know that?” I called out at Brian as he was goofing around in the hotel room that we shared.

Brian cocked a lopsided grin towards me. “That’s why you love me!”

“Yeah, I guess. Are y’all packed?”

“Yep, just a few more momentos for Leighanne and I’ll be all set,” Brian replied as he walked over towards the dresser and started randomly opening up drawers.

I stared at him. “What are you missing?”

“My wallet, I thought I left it in a drawer,” Brian replied.

Looking at the distinct outline in his back pants pocket, I cleared my throat. “Ah, Bri, it’s in your pocket already.”

Brian’s face immediately flushed. “Oh, I must have forgotten that I put it in my pocket earlier.”

I could tell he was flustered at forgetting such a small detail. Last night he stepped on my words to a song during a concert. I was even noticing that he was starting to make up words to some parts in his part of songs, his face would have a funny look on it and then he would stumble over the words and then pass it off as a joke.

“No big deal, we’ve all done that before,” I laughed it off.

“True Nickolas, so very true,” Brian replied with a relieved look on his face. He seemed to be glad that I was dropping the subject. He slung the bag over his shoulder. “So you coming?”

“Yessum, right behind you,” I replied.

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“Nick, you’re time is up for today,” Dr. Worley said softly as he broke into my thoughts. “I want you to get this filled and I will plan on seeing you back here tomorrow morning, eight-fifteen a.m.”

I took the white prescription slip and tried to decyper the scribbled handwriting of the doctor’s. His writing was worse than mine, if that was possible.

“What’s this?” I asked as I stood up.

“A prescription for Zoloft,” the doctor replied.

“What’s that for?”

“It’s a mild anti-depressant and before you argue about this, I don’t prescribe meds unless I truely feel that the patient is in need of them,” Dr. Worley stated firmly.

“Oh, I don’t know if I want to take this, I mean people get all vegetable acting and stuff when they’re on antidepressants.”

“No, this is a mild anti-depressant. Nick, I wouldn’t be giving you this if I didn’t think you needed it. With all the surrounding circumstances, it’s really something you do need. Please try it for a few days, I’m sure you’ll be suprised at how well you’ll feel after you’ve been on them for a couple of days.”

I nodded as I shoved the scrip into my pants pocket. Thanking the doctor, I walked out of his office and out of the building towards freedom.

Chapter Three