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Chapter 7: Problems

At this point I was angry. He had no right to come storming into my room like this. No right at all. If I had known then I would have tried to pick up the pills all over the place. By now he had already seen them all over the floor and on the counter.

"Karen, what is going on? What is all this on the floor? You aren't well. I'm going to get you some help."

"Don't you see Alex? It was all set up all of it a hoax. I have already gotten help. Can't you see that? Sheesh Alex. You really need to relax. You should also leave. I have a lot to do and I really can't be bothered."

"Karen, I know we may not know each other that well, but even the most naïve person can see that something is wrong here and you need help."

"You need to go. Your not even supposed to be here, it's after hours. Come back tomorrow and don't pick my lock. Go now before I call the Head and report you."

"Report me? Karen, I should report you."

"By the time the Head got here all would be clean and you would still be here."

"Fine I'll come back tomorrow, but you better let me in."

"I will you can trust me."

At this point I was so psychotic that I went to the store and bought five new locks and had them installed all by myself. By the time I was done I was so, messed up and feeling that the medicine was wearing off that I took the rest of the bottle with a beer, for once I decided to drink something with it and that was the only thing I had acquired in the room since I moved there. By the time this happened it was six in the morning and Alex was just coming to visit me. He tried to get in, but I had done such a good job at the locks that it took him four hours to pick them all. He found me just lying there in bed comatose.

"Karen! Karen! Karen wake up! Come on your scaring me now!"

I made no sound and then he quickly concealed me in a blanket and carried me out the door and out the Hall, though it was hard to do without being seen. He laid me in the car and secured me in the back seat. He didn't tell anyone, didn't ask for help, he just took care of it himself and that alone was the one reason why nobody knows what happened.

"Doctor, I don't know what happened. She was at a party last night and someone there brought her home the next morning, I guess, in this state. I found her in her room like this. I think she was drugged."

He lied for me. How did he know that I wasn't mentally insane, how did he know that I wasn't depressed and needed physiological help? He didn't, but I guess he thought he would give me a chance to tell him what really happened. The doctor quickly pumped my stomach of all contents.

"She must not have eaten anything in I have to say a day and there are so many toxins in her system and alcohol. Are you sure she wasn't trying to kill herself?"

"I'm positive. She would never want to end her life like that."

"Well I don't know if this is going to help. I mean she was like this for about five hours I want to say. Give or take an hour."

"When do you think she will awake?"

"Not for a few hours at the least, maybe a day or two. I leave you here with her."

"Thank you."

I didn't wake up until the next day. He still hadn't told anyone at school or at work about the episode and I wasn't planning on telling him what really happened.

"How are you feeling?"

"Huh. What's going on? Where am I? Why am I here? What are you doing here?"

"I found you in your room comatose and brought you to the hospital. What happened?"

"I don't remember."

I lied, but I couldn't very well tell him the truth. He would think that I was crazy and needed mental help. Then he would tell everyone.

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