A/N: I never actually kissed a girl before. Yep, I'm a virgin. Let's move on.
Chapter 12: Return To Normal?
Levi drove his truck from the hospital to a pharmacy. He parked his car. "I'll be back," he said. "Just need to get some stuff." I nodded. He left. I looked into the back seat. It didn't had his shotgun in there. Not even in the floor of the back seat. I checked out his radio. It has a USB port and a headphone jack. I turned on the radio. I was bored and the voices won't stop. I checked my phone. Text from Stacy. All of them about me having this 'illness'. What a joke. Levi came back with a filled plastic bag. He drove his truck back to our apartment. It's the same one as before my suicide attempt.
We went inside our apartment. He set the plastic bag on the coffee table. He prepared a decent meal. I stabbed it with my fork. "It's been awhile since I ate your cooking," I said.
He nodded. We ate the rest of our plates. He grabbed my empty plate along with his. "Thanks," I said.
"You're welcome," he said back. He rinsed the plates and put them in the dishwasher. We gazed at each other. We quickly had our lips touching each other. We clung to each other with our arms. Tongues going into each other mouths. I can smell his food breath with a little bit of booze. Our lip smacked loudly. He grabbed something from around him. Our lips let go of each other. I've never experienced something this intense.
He revealed a clear orange pharmacy bottle with a white cap. The label had the store name on it. I looked at the label again. It had my full name in it. "Why do you have that?" I asked with a sour voice. I'm disappointed that he didn't tell me that he's getting those.
He opened the bottle and poured two pills out. They looked… Big. "'Cause you're sick in the head."
"I'm not sick in the head."
He moved the pills closer to me. "Take 'em."
"No," I said adamantly. "I'm fine."
"You're not." His voice grew louder. "You just don't see that way."
"I'm not taking those pills." My voice grew louder.
"You're taking these pills." His grew louder.
"I'm not!"
"Just take 'em!"
"Why?" I yelled at him in anger.
He took a deep breath to calm himself down. He moved the pills away from me. "Because I love and care about you."
I calmed down as well. "Then why did you yell at me?"
"'Cause I'm frustrated at how you think you're fine, but you're actually not." He moved the pill closer to me again. "Can you do me a favor and take these pills."
I grabbed the pills from his hoof. I got myself a glass of water. I popped the pills into my mouth. It took at least three sips. Then swallowed. "There. Happy?"
"Yeah," he said with a smirk.
"When will the pills kick in?" I asked as I still hear the voices.
His face lost its smirk. "About two to four weeks of use."
My eyes widened. "Oh god," I muttered.
"Yeah," he just said.