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Post by Jamie Anthony on Jun 17, 2010 21:41:05 GMT -5
Jamie sat in the cafeteria, at his usual table - alone.
His head drooped forward as he began to nod off for the third time that day.
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Post by Gabriel Roosevelt on Jun 17, 2010 21:42:56 GMT -5
Gabe wakled up to the table with his lunch tray, sitting down in his usual seat across from his constantly tired friend.
"Hey Jame. So Moosh is on crutches. Any idea what that's about?"
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Post by Jamie Anthony on Jun 17, 2010 21:44:30 GMT -5
Jamie lifted his head slowly, blinking several times and wiping his nose.
"Yeah, uh. I don't know. Something to do with his mom."
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Post by Gabriel Roosevelt on Jun 17, 2010 21:45:15 GMT -5
Gabriel raised a disbelieving eyebrow.
"You okay, Juicebox?"
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Post by Jamie Anthony on Jun 17, 2010 21:47:43 GMT -5
Jamie rubbed his eyes with the index finger and thumb of his unbroken hand.
"I'm just tired, that's all."
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Post by Gabriel Roosevelt on Jun 17, 2010 21:48:44 GMT -5
"What's up with your hand, dude?" Gabe asked, his playful demeanor draining away.
"That's swollen as fuck."
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Post by Jamie Anthony on Jun 17, 2010 21:50:50 GMT -5
"Oh, yeah." Jamie pulled his broken hand off the table.
"I punched a wall last week."
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Post by Gabriel Roosevelt on Jun 17, 2010 21:53:03 GMT -5
Gabe pushed his tray to the side of the table.
"Alright kid, tell me what's going down. You're more off than normal."
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Post by Jamie Anthony on Jun 17, 2010 21:59:26 GMT -5
Jamie shook his head.
"I went to go see Moosh at the hospital on Wednesday, when you were out of town. He was really messed up, and I got mad and punched the wall. Then he got mad, and I left."
He wiped his nose again. "And that's pretty much it."
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Post by Gabriel Roosevelt on Jun 17, 2010 22:03:18 GMT -5
"...That doesn't sound like Marshall... So wh-..."
Gabe froze, getting a closer look at Jamie's eyes.
"Are you high?"
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Post by Jamie Anthony on Jun 17, 2010 22:14:05 GMT -5
"I didn't do my math homework. Can you help me with it? Algebra just doesn't fit inside my head." Jamie said, completely bypassing the question.
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Post by Gabriel Roosevelt on Jun 17, 2010 22:15:46 GMT -5
"Jamie." Gabe pressed, more forcefully this time.
"What are you on?"
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Post by Jamie Anthony on Jun 17, 2010 22:20:09 GMT -5
"I can tell you what I'm not on." Jamie pulled out a bottle of Zoloft - the antidepressant he was supposed to be taking everyday, twice a day. The bottle was full and unopened.
"I don't like how being on it makes me feel."
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Post by Gabriel Roosevelt on Jun 18, 2010 7:39:00 GMT -5
"You stopped taking your meds?" Gabe asked, in quiet disbelief.
"Do you even remember what happened the last time you did that?"
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Post by Jamie Anthony on Jun 18, 2010 17:55:59 GMT -5
"I tried to drown myself, or so you said." Jamie replied boredly.
"But it's cool. I know how to swim now."
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