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The Crest of Emotion
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Ryan walked into his room and tossed his backpack up against the headboard of his bed. The milky brown color of it made the book bag stand out from the rest of the bed. He leaned up against the wall and lifted his head to the ceiling. His blue eyes rested upon the white indent of it. His face was so concentrated, but almost like he lost himself for different reasons all together. The phone rang and he stared at it for a second before walking over and picking it up. He sighed as he lifted the phone and spoke in a soft voice, almost forcing the words out. "Hello?"
"Hey." Marissa charmed in from the other end. Ryan heaved a sigh of relief that it wasn't his mom. He was in no position to deal with her now. Not now when all this was going on. He sat down slowly on his bed, dimming the small light he just received for Christmas.
"Marissa . . ."
"Ryan, you haven't called me. I thought you would at least talk . . ."
"I'm sorry. I've been thinking about you. I shouldn't have waited this long." Ryan was serious. He had been thinking about her. Ever since Marissa overdosed again and went to the medical rehabilitation center in the same room as Oliver, Ryan had been thinking about her.
"It's ok. Just . . . try to call me more often. They let me talk all day long."
"How are you doing? Are you breathing alright?" Ryan sounded extremely worried.
"I'm fine. But Oliver isn't doing that well. He . . . he ran away last night. No one can find him and I'm really worried. He hasn't done this in awhile. I thought . . . I thought he was ok." Marissa was quivering. On her medical nightstand rested a small container of pills for her shaking. She reached over and single-handedly popped six into her mouth. Ryan heard the sound of the pills shaking in the container.
"What's that?" Ryan exhaled into the phone. His eyes wandered all over his room for an answer he wouldn't find as he shifted on his bed.
"My pills for my shaking. It makes me stop shaking."
"Why are you shaking?"
"Well, I . . ." Just than the nurse walked in and started fixing her tray for a late lunch. Marissa held the phone to the pillow allowing Ryan to only heard part of her and the nurse's conversation.
"Now, Marissa, I'm sorry I was so late. I ran into an old lady trying to get out without her penicillin. She wouldn't give up and. . ." The nurse glanced over at her shaking pills. They were near empty. "Marissa, what happened to your pills? I just gave them to you yesterday." The nurse talked with an ambitious voice. Ryan heard the nurse's words and spoke loudly into the phone.
"Marissa!" Ryan held the phone to his mouth with both hands. Marissa pressed the phone into her pillow more. Ryan could just barely hear.
"I'm sorry. Some of them fell into my water this morning. They got all soggy and I couldn't put them back." Ryan heard that, but the words he wanted to come out weren't found. The nurse nodded her head.
"I'll go get you some more." The nurse looked convinced. Marissa held the phone back to her ear when the nurse left.
"Marissa, I thought you . . ."
"I-I dropped them in my water and . . ." Marissa stuttered out.
"Bull shit! I'm coming to see you." Ryan arose from his bed in fury. His eyes shut tight and one hand had a strong clutch on his hair. He pulled it till it hurt.
"You can't. Visiting hours isn't until tomorrow."
"They'll let me in." Ryan let go of his hair and clenched his right fist.
"Ryan . . ." Marissa sighed while moving her finger slowly over the blanket over half of her body.
"I'll see you in a bit. If you even . . ." Ryan stopped. He lost it. "Bye, Marissa." Ryan didn't let Marissa dismiss him and hung up. He clenched his teeth this time and gritted his cheek. He was so close to throwing the phone across the room, but instead he looked around nervously and sat down on the bed again, holding the phone against his head along with his right hand holding his head up. He bit his lip, hard and blood trickled down his chin.
Ryan walked into his room and tossed his backpack up against the headboard of his bed. The milky brown color of it made the book bag stand out from the rest of the bed. He leaned up against the wall and lifted his head to the ceiling. His blue eyes rested upon the white indent of it. His face was so concentrated, but almost like he lost himself for different reasons all together. The phone rang and he stared at it for a second before walking over and picking it up. He sighed as he lifted the phone and spoke in a soft voice, almost forcing the words out. "Hello?"
"Hey." Marissa charmed in from the other end. Ryan heaved a sigh of relief that it wasn't his mom. He was in no position to deal with her now. Not now when all this was going on. He sat down slowly on his bed, dimming the small light he just received for Christmas.
"Marissa . . ."
"Ryan, you haven't called me. I thought you would at least talk . . ."
"I'm sorry. I've been thinking about you. I shouldn't have waited this long." Ryan was serious. He had been thinking about her. Ever since Marissa overdosed again and went to the medical rehabilitation center in the same room as Oliver, Ryan had been thinking about her.
"It's ok. Just . . . try to call me more often. They let me talk all day long."
"How are you doing? Are you breathing alright?" Ryan sounded extremely worried.
"I'm fine. But Oliver isn't doing that well. He . . . he ran away last night. No one can find him and I'm really worried. He hasn't done this in awhile. I thought . . . I thought he was ok." Marissa was quivering. On her medical nightstand rested a small container of pills for her shaking. She reached over and single-handedly popped six into her mouth. Ryan heard the sound of the pills shaking in the container.
"What's that?" Ryan exhaled into the phone. His eyes wandered all over his room for an answer he wouldn't find as he shifted on his bed.
"My pills for my shaking. It makes me stop shaking."
"Why are you shaking?"
"Well, I . . ." Just than the nurse walked in and started fixing her tray for a late lunch. Marissa held the phone to the pillow allowing Ryan to only heard part of her and the nurse's conversation.
"Now, Marissa, I'm sorry I was so late. I ran into an old lady trying to get out without her penicillin. She wouldn't give up and. . ." The nurse glanced over at her shaking pills. They were near empty. "Marissa, what happened to your pills? I just gave them to you yesterday." The nurse talked with an ambitious voice. Ryan heard the nurse's words and spoke loudly into the phone.
"Marissa!" Ryan held the phone to his mouth with both hands. Marissa pressed the phone into her pillow more. Ryan could just barely hear.
"I'm sorry. Some of them fell into my water this morning. They got all soggy and I couldn't put them back." Ryan heard that, but the words he wanted to come out weren't found. The nurse nodded her head.
"I'll go get you some more." The nurse looked convinced. Marissa held the phone back to her ear when the nurse left.
"Marissa, I thought you . . ."
"I-I dropped them in my water and . . ." Marissa stuttered out.
"Bull shit! I'm coming to see you." Ryan arose from his bed in fury. His eyes shut tight and one hand had a strong clutch on his hair. He pulled it till it hurt.
"You can't. Visiting hours isn't until tomorrow."
"They'll let me in." Ryan let go of his hair and clenched his right fist.
"Ryan . . ." Marissa sighed while moving her finger slowly over the blanket over half of her body.
"I'll see you in a bit. If you even . . ." Ryan stopped. He lost it. "Bye, Marissa." Ryan didn't let Marissa dismiss him and hung up. He clenched his teeth this time and gritted his cheek. He was so close to throwing the phone across the room, but instead he looked around nervously and sat down on the bed again, holding the phone against his head along with his right hand holding his head up. He bit his lip, hard and blood trickled down his chin.