Only fifteen minutes of battery life left on my computer. :(

“You know, I- I actually think I’m okay now. I- I’m good. See?”A wide smile grew on the ginger’s face, and her large, doe-like eyes squinted. The hazel orbs weren’t as twinkling as they usually were today. They were puffy and red. She had darkened circles underneath them. The woman hadn’t slept in days. Her disorder did that too her sometimes. You see, Kayla Hunt had issues. She was diagnosed with bipolar disorder when she was sixteen years old, and when she goes through manic episodes, it can be nearly impossible for her to sleep at night – maybe even for three or four nights straight. Her mind doesn’t stop racing.

“You were just having a heart attack,” the paramedic replied as the ambulance approached the hospital. Kayla shook her head, “Well, yeah, I was, but you know- it actually wasn’t that bad. I’m doing fine now, honestly.”

Stress was landing Kayla in the hospital. A day before, she was feeling irritable, and left her medications at her apartment before she went to work and an episode struck - a manic episode. She asked her boss if she could run home for a few minutes. All she wanted were her meds before the episode got any worse – and when her boss wouldn’t let her – it went downhill from there. The episode increased. Words were exchanged. R-rated, very loud words. Long story short, she was fired and the stress got so bad – which is why she’s laying on a gurney.

“Oh, why can’t I die? Why? What good- how does my life have any value?” Kayla’s soft voice spoke to the paramedic as they pulled her from the back of the ambulance. The ginger didn’t want to alarm her cousin. Owen didn’t need any type of stress. She wished she never called 9-1-1.

Sitting in the pit, Kayla awaited the doctor who would clean up the mess that she had made. Her ginger hair that was usually quite neat was out of place and blood trickled from the small gash on her forehead and was smeared on the side of her temple and palm where she tried to wipe it away. Her head throbbed slightly, and her vision was somewhat impaired – probably a mild concussion. She’s had one before - a long time ago in a bicycle accident as a kid so she knew what it was like. Letting out  a quick sigh, she glanced around the large room at all of the nurses doing their jobs. She couldn’t wait to get out of here. Kayla didn’t want the chief of surgery, who was also her cousin, to see her like this – or find out what had happened.

Kayla’s large, hazel eyes were bloodshot with dark circles beneath them. One could tell she hadn’t slept in days. Bipolar disorder was what this woman suffered from. Stress and a manic episode caused her mind to race which resulted in lack of sleep. She got two hours if she was lucky for the past four nights. So when she was driving to the grocery store today, her eyelids failed her. She closed them for what seemed like seconds when her car went over the curb and crashed into a light pole. Her head slammed into the steering wheel and she blacked out for a few moments before the ambulance arrived.

Looking around once again before her eyes averted to the blood smeared upon her hands, she couldn’t help but be thankful that no one else was hurt.

I’m back! :)

work time. bbl.

*crawls underneath a rock and cries*

Kayla Hunt thought drinking would take the pain and the stress away, but in reality it only made her feel worse. Probably because she was drinking alone – but she does everything alone nowadays. Actually, she’s been alone for quite some time now. Who in their right mind would want to be with a crazy woman? No one. She knows she has a problem, and she does everything she can to fix it. The medication works most of the time – keeps her at a calm, normal level. Other times, it slips. There’s no controlling it after that. Oh, how Kayla hated being bipolar.

As she took in the last gulp of her fifth glass of whiskey, she looked down at the emptiness of it. A sigh was released from the ginger haired girl as she related it to the emptiness of her life. She’d soon have nothing. Everything was disappearing before her very eyes. Her job, which she had recently lost, her apartment she feared would be next. It’s not easy getting hired in this economy anymore. Kayla was going to lose everything. In that realization – tears formed in her large, doe-like eyes and she sobbed a low, quiet sob in her corner of Joe’s bar.

The ginger’s vision was impaired, and she was sure if she spoke – her soft, delicate voice would be slurred as well. By looking at Kayla, you probably wouldn’t be able to tell she had a problem. People referred to her as ‘adorable’ or ‘lovely’ before – but don’t judge a book by it’s cover. When Kayla isn’t suffering from an episode, yes, she is very pleasant to be around. But when things turn manic, she can become your worst nightmare. Kayla thought she’d be alone forever. As a few tears broke free, she covered her face with her freckled hands to muffle the low sobs and hide her pain from the rest of the world.