One, two, Three

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"Laying on the bed,
I counted those stars again,
Those shiny stars on the ceilings,
Those stars on the walls,
Those stars that I knew was never there.
But who cares?"
-unknown-
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      Kyra open her drawer as she try to count how many it left.
" Damned, less than 1 strips", her diazepam is running low and to be truth, her new less stronger medicine is not even helping her sleeping nowdays she just have to cope it better since she doesn't want to be caught off control of herself again and be thrown in the facilities. Kyra admit it's a calm getaway on there, no phones, people interactions, she is back to her comfortable environment hospital setup.Even she is as patient, she can functioning and help other staff when they need one. She only have depression, she won't harm others, she rather ending her life than hurting others because she knew how hurt to be hurt. But the thing that stops Kyra from relapsing again is Amelia and the way her own family look at her. Like she is a burden. Like her daughter is a burden to them, sadly those eyes taunt her more adding the more beating to her ownself every minute every second.

      Kyra look at her sleeping daughter, decided to take one heavy pill of melatonin and a pain killer to relieve her migrain, hoping for a sleep and wake up forgetting everything or at least half of the bad feelings that lingers nowdays. She lay down on her bed, in cold raining evening start to imagining those stars on her ceiling and walls. She smile slightly thinking on how she always use wall as her reference when she have nobody to talk to. She started to imagine she see those stars. Listening to an audio about self hypnosis to let go of pain and PTSD, she started to count her imaginary stars even she knew all along that there is nothing on her ceiling and walls except plastering white paint.
       "One, two, three, four...twenty six." she quietly counting in her heart as her eyes feel heavy and she force her mind to stop thinking for a while wanting to leave this world expecting for a dream at least even if its a nightmare or a tiring dream she rather have it than this cruel world she facing.

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