Part XXV: Coming Clean…
The sun was rising now. I was almost sober. I had to wait for Kevin to give me a ride home.
So, I was back at home… Alone… But, sober. At least there was that. Last night had been a horrible night. Someone had put something in my drink. Something bad. Something that made me trip out.
There was a knock at the door. It was my parents. They wanted the keys to my brother’s car. They also, for the first time in two years, wanted to know if I was off my meds. I wasn’t going to lie to them. But, this was not exactly the way I planned the two-year anniversary confession. The timing made being off my meds appear responsible for recent events.
I thought, for sure, they’d understand I was tripping on something someone put in my drink, but they didn’t believe anyone did. No one from last night did anymore either. But, why not? They believed it last night? Kevin was the only one who had talked to all of them since they thought I was on drugs.
But, why? What did he hope to gain from convincing everyone that my drink wasn’t drugged? The only way I could see him having anything to gain was if he was the one who drugged it. Something was really rubbing me the wrong way about him right now.
My parents weren’t going to force me to go back to the hospital, if I agreed to one condition. To tell my psychiatrist that I had been off my meds for two years. They were willing to concede the meds weren’t necessary, but I still had to get help some way.
In a way, they were right. I had been having emotional issues recently. I didn’t know what to do about that. But telling Dr. Lachman that I’m off my meds, and have been for two years? I was going back to the hospital for sure.