Her.

Fifty Seven.

The past week Faye's mind went into auto pilot that lead her into severe aggression, distancing herself from anyone, the manic episodes seeming more and more unbearable than the last increasing but she still put in her mind everything was fine when it was obvious she was a walking time bomb. The littlest things triggering her; could be a firework or the sight of couple; or fathers playing with their children. She felt weak and useless even though she still showed up to see her friends, gossiping about how Faye seemed to pull any guy she needed on her high sex drive, not even remembering any of it. Just acting as if it all were a perfect thing, but she had stayed home since they left the country for a vacation.

Faye sits on her couch glued to her phone as she had been for hours, googling her symptoms which were labeled with multiple Phobias and Disorders, the term PTSD and Manic Bipolar Disorder. The more she read on it...the more it made sense as to why she did the things she did. Faye sighs, heavily putting in another question with the term that she was Schizophrenic, but she ruled it out since all the episodes had been triggered by major trauma. Her mind going all over the place, growing louder. She sets down her phone irritated, trying to calm them down wanting to manage her emotions but it seemed too much. After, Pandora everything was thrown off; even though it was never on a perfect placement...Faye was tired and exhausted dealing with the same things she grew up thinking it was normal. Remembering she was nine and ended up telling her parents about her violent tendencies and how she would go manic but they laughed and ignored it. Rage growing inside of Faye, as her eyes went wide in the heat of the moment grabbing her shot glass throwing it against the wall, the sound of it shattering making her body seem more at ease but feeling like a fucking mess.

Faye sits back with a sharp pain in her chest, fighting tears that came, she sighs once more turning her phone off thinking maybe a jog could help, looking out seeing it was night...she got up.

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Faye stops in her track at her restaurant that she used to love to relax in but Calvin shut it down since his daughter had gotten a serious medical condition, she didn't question much because she didn't care. Faye absolutely hated kids with a passion smelling like dried milk or licking dried boogers, she could never see herself taking care of a kid or liking one. London was into the ' I inspire to be a mother' going on rants with baby names and planning out a future, the idea that Faye wouldn't be apart of it seeming okay. She felt bad she wasn't thinking much of London put that was the whole point; to let go. Besides, she seems to do well with her book out showing off her smile more and more, Faye happy for London breaking her shell since her last interview was in England; She was experiencing life to the fullest and Faye couldn't be more proud.

Faye takes a breather, the block she was on more quiet and peaceful than the last one, her mind a bit more clear than it was back at her apartment. She notices a store opened, mannequins on displayed showing the newest clothes; she definitely didn't like how girly they were but she was bored and a small shopping spree wouldn't hurt. Faye sighs entering the store, a worker greeting her with a smile. Faye looks around at the newest shorts and cutest Lacey lingerie, she picks out dark colors not even glancing at the price tag. The door opens, as Faye makes her way to the back a navy blue catching her eye before a women stands beside her, "Rose."

Faye looks seeing Pandora stand with a black hat covering her face, dressed like a Russian spy with her turtle neck. "Oh my God, you stalker."

"And what about it?" Pandora gives her a look. "I told you my only meaning to life was to find you; and I have...You really think I'm going to let you go? Are you crazy?"

"According to Google, yes."

"Rose, look-" Pandora grabs her hand with Faye staring in annoyance. "-I'm a complete stranger to you, I know this. But you're not giving me a fucking chance to show you that I know you; that you are what my life is." She sighs. "Dammit, Rose I thought you more stubborn as a kid."