It was under control

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"GET OFF ME! GET THE HELL OFF ME! I DON'T LIKE BEING TOUCHED! GET THE FUCK OFF ME. TOM PLEASE HELP ME. TOM! PLEASE GET THEM OFF ME. I'M SO SCARED!" Jules's fragile body was making a forceful connection with the cold and unsympathetic ground. Her bloodline exiting and tainting her body and all of the surroundings. Her painful and emotional screams echoed the white corridor, while Jules's body shook and shivered, and dizzy spells with blurry covered eyes; forced her body and mind to experience a feeling of disconnection. The fit of fear that swirled in the pit of Jules's stomach made her head jolt violently side to side, along with front and back; causing her forehead to strike the floor.

"Hold her still while I administer this," Doctor White stated, pulling her joggers down ever so slightly, to expose the skin on her thigh, pinching the nonexistent fat and injecting a sedative.

"I DON'T NEED FUCKING DRUGS, I NEED HELP!" The clenching of her fists drew blood as she hammered her constrained hands onto the ground. Not only were her hands and legs restrained, but a women now lay over Jules's lower back; pressing her further down into the ground. A gloved hand wriggled its way underneath her injured head, while they used their other hand to stroke her hair. Aftershave and that similar smell wafted through her senses, along with the drugs that were now passing into her body; allowed Jules to regain control and relax slightly.

Doctor White announced, "this all would have never have happened if you didn't attempt to run away and harm yourself Julianna."

Attempt to run away...funny one.

Running away only sparked in Jules's mind earlier that week, it was triggered by the thought of running away from herself, her worries and troubles. The fact is Jules's mindset had changed, she no longer wanted help, no longer consolidated with Tom, she had completely shut everyone out and as she was forced into the therapy room after the incident, she knew deep down that the only way to escape her life; was to end it. "Can I ask how you are feeling today?" Jules was sat on the sofa opposite Doctor Carson, her new psychiatrist who had replaced Doctor Moss.

"I'm fine," as a wet trail of tears fell down her solemn face.

Jules was sunk deep into the sofa, hair knotty and messy, the same clothes being worn for the past 8 days, eyes swollen and puffy which were ringed with red. She had cuts and bruises from self inflicted harm, the blood still contaminated her face along with chapped and cracked lips. "Your body language is telling me very different."

"I said I am fine!"

"Unless our definitions of 'fine' are different, I do not believe you are telling me the truth." Doctor Carson pushed Jules's boundaries, whereas Doctor Moss treaded around her, as though she was walking on egg shells. They had very different methods, and one of Doctor Carson's was being extremely outright; but it in fact seemed to benefit Jules. She bounced off of his sarcastic traits and even had a few joking arguments with him.

"I want to go back to my room."

"I can't allow that unfortunately, why don't you just tell me how you are feeling?"

"I've never been better!" Jules exclaimed sarcastically accompanied with a fake smile, which pained her fresh wounds and bruises.

"Well shall I tell you what i'm interpreting from this session and your body language?"

She crossed her arms, looking Doctor Carson up and down, "be my guest."

"I think you are hurting, I think you have kept your feelings and emotions in for too long, you have been through a lot; no one can carry that weight by themselves-"

"What so you expect me to burden other people with my problems? No chance, i'll pass." Jules butted in.

"No one expects you to go through this all alone, my job is to listen to your problems, help you process and deal with them, that is what i'm here for. Jules, I know these past few weeks and today has been especially difficult, I can tell that all you want to do is lock everything away and ignore the situation, I can also tell that you are being consumed with overwhelming thoughts and you don't quite know what to do with yourself. That is why you ran away and injured yourself, to try and avoid the truth."