Hmhmhm… I'm listening to "Spider-Man Theme" by Michael Bublé right now… and I have no idea what I'm about to write.
Keely reclined on her bed, tossing a tennis ball, deflecting it off the ceiling, and catching it as it fell back. "It seems that all that was good has died, and is decaying… in me…" she sang lowly… but not enough that Ashley didn't hear.
"What's that?" she asking, stopping and poking her head in Keely's room.
"Huh?"
"You… said something, didn't you?"
"Sure…" Keely muttered, catching the tennis ball. (Well let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all…)
"What's on your mind?"
"I'm not sure… if you'd understand…" (I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling…)
"Try me."
"It's just… I dunno… these pills I have to take… they're affecting me so much…" (And now the red ones make me fly, and the blue ones help me fall…)
"What do you mean?"
"They're making me act differently… don't tell me you haven't noticed that I've been different… plus they… they make me think… differently than normal…"
"Like what, specifically?"
"Well… I mean, Phil has noticed that I've been really… different lately… and sometimes, I think… I…" (And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling…) Keely sighed. "I think… bad thoughts…"
"Keely--"
"And I feel like I can't help it… because I know I'll have to live with it for the rest of my life… or not at all…" (And as the fragments of my skull begin to fall…)
"Listen,--"
"It just seems like I'll never be the same person I was before…" (Fall on your tongue like pixie dust, just think happy thoughts and we'll fly home…)
"But Keely… you'll learn to deal with it… I--"
"I know… I mean, anytime I think of stuff like that, I wonder, 'If I was gone, who would help keep Phil in check?' Don't worry… I'm not like that, Ashley."
"Oh… well I guess that's good…"
"But I have to go tell Phil something now…" Keely said, getting to her feet, and leaving the house.
"I got it," Phil called out as a tapping sound came from the doorway. He opened the door, and Keely stepped past him. "Come in," he muttered.
"Phil, I think I need to say something… I've realized that… you're right."
"I'm right?" Phil asked.
"Yes, you are… you said that I'm an addict, and I denied it. Now I'm telling you that you're right."
"Keely?" Phil asked, as Keely began to walk to the door.
"What?" Keely said, looking back at him.
"What are--"
"Phil, I said I was an addict. I never said anything about having a problem." She smiled at him and walked out the door, leaving him with his thoughts.
Hm... I can't imagine this story will go on too much longer...