"Kid, up and at 'em!"

Came a loud voice from behind your bed room door, along with an angry knock from your father who was most likely mad since you slept through.. Five alarms?

You check your phone.

Yep, five alarms.

Slowly and begrudgingly, you pull yourself from your sweaty sheets and trudge into the kitchen. Mickey is smoking something while reading the newspaper. Ian is nowhere to be seen.

You look around, silently asking where your father is. Mickey doesn't meet your eyes as he speaks, instead focusing on the Magazine.

"He's uh, havin' an off day. Just make your food and get outta here."

The meds can't snuff out everyday, you suppose.