"It'll be fine, I promise." Pinkie comforted David with a hoof on the shoulder. His head still hung low as he sat on the edge of his bed. He had been dreading the next day, his evaluation. Pinkie Pie had been trying to console him the whole day. Sadly, not much of it had gotten through. It was quite ironic, the thing that was supposed to help him with his depression, only made him more depressed. He stood up, eventually.
"You know what, Pinkie? You're right, I should stop being sorry for myself and just get this over with. Thanks." He turned and smiled at her. Hers was far wider. She extended and hugged him.
"Great, now that that's over, what'd do ya wanna do? Games?" She suggested. She grabbed the deck of cards off of David's dresser. The fact that she couldn't even hold the cards properly in her hooves did not deter her. Unfortunately, Pinkie Logic didn't work in the human world, simply because it was impossible. David laughed a little and shook his head.
"Pinkie, it's almost time for you to go, but thanks for all the help. Sorry I invited you over so late." David had asked her to come over about an hour and a half later than usual because of his attitude. Eventually, he called for her to see if she could help. She had, but his father was going to be home soon. Pinkie nodded slowly. She hugged him again.
"Bye, see after your exam. Just remember, get it over with, and don't let them get under your skin. I want to go home!" She announced. And at that, she was gone for the day. David was more than ready for tomorrow. His father arrived home later than usual. They conversed little, if any lately. David was slightly relieved phenomenon, but also troubled, like a calm before the storm. David went to bed early that night. When he woke in the morning, he was more than ready.
His appointment was at ten in the morning, and the place was about an hour away, so he was up around eight thirty. His name was called soon after his arrival. The small "Therapist's" room smelled of cheap air freshener and turmoil. He sat on the cliché leather sofa and waited. After a few minutes, Dr. Lucas came into the room with a look of disappointment and annoyance on his wrinkled face. He took a seat in a large, brown-leather armchair across from David.
"David, how are you?" He asked writing at the top of a notepad. He looked up at David through small, round-framed glasses. David hesitated, then responded.
"I'm.. I'm fine. How are you?" He asked politely. The doctor ignored him and went back to his notes. He wrote quietly and then said
"So how's school, I heard there were some problems. Is it any thing you want to talk about?" Lucas said, condescendingly. His eyes shone with indifference, and his face reflected it. David could tell that no matter what he said, Dr. Lucas would not listen. He sighed and lied. It was the easiest thing to do, but David thought about his most recent school year just then, and found that his year really was just as bad as he thought it was. It was horrible. It forced him to the brink of suicide. He shot up to his feet and turned to the doctor. The doctor was caught off-guard by this.
"Actually, you know what? My year was horrible, I was tormented everyday by people I barely knew. I had no friends and nobody even bothered to try to help me. And you know what else? Your pills didn't help in the least. Nope, not one bit. Actually, it made things worse. I got teased even more by the fact I had to pop your DAMN PILLS! Not to mention, they only made my depression worse. Do you know what kind of HELL you put me through? DO YOU?!" He got close to the doctor's face with his own. He was obviously speechless and sat gaping at the sudden out-burst.
"David, I think you need to calm down. Obviously, what I'm prescribing you currently is not helping, as you said, but I believe this can help. It's a new Anti-Depressant. I think It'll help you-" David quickly cut him off with a swift smack to the face. David shouted.
"NO! DID YOU HEAR WHAT I TOLD YOU?! NO MORE DRUGS, NO MORE PILLS. I'LL DO FINE ON MY OWN! I'M DONE WITH YOUR PRISCRIPTION! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" He grabbed the stunned doctor by the shirt-collar and shook him. He shoved David away and stood up.
"YES, I HEARD YOU. YOU DON'T WANT ANY PILLS THEN? GOOD LUCK, YOU WON'T MAKE IT. Those pills were probably the only thing saving your life. If you kill yourself now, it's not my fault. I'll pass you, yeah. I'll make sure you see how much help you really needed. How much you still need. So, you know what, you pass. But don't come back to me. EVER!" And with that hanging in the air, he left the room. David followed suit shortly. His father didn't even bother asking how it went. They drove in silence. David spent most of the last remaining week before school with Pinkie. David found out about a week later, that the doctor had passed him. Wonderful, David thought, honestly, this is great. No pills, no worries. He had a friend he could go to now, a good, honest friend. He would make it without those stupid pills. he would do it right this time. David actually smiled as he walked in the front door to his homeroom.