𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒

𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙨

ive had this idea for so long i think i actually might fall down and die
sophie angst (kinda)
tw: soapie has a mental breakdown and anxiety so mmm stay safe

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"Sophie?"

Sophie looked over to the drowsy blue eyes peeking over the duvet, pausing her motion of slipping on her signature jacket. Jenny's hair was piled along the pillows, blue light from the windows slipping through the red strands and making them look almost on fire.

"I'm just going out to get a snack," Sophie whispered, and the lie was sour on her tongue. "I'll be back soon."

Jenny blinked at her slowly, and for a moment, Sophie thought she'd caught on. "Okay. Get me some strawberry yogurt, alright?"

Sophie watched her yawn and turn back around with a soft smile. "Alright." She grabbed the pocketbook from her jacket– Jenny had bought it for her to remember tasks –and jotted down her girlfriend's request with a pen on the bedside table.

She clapped it down to its original place and shoved the small book back in her pocket, small goosebumps gathering on her arms from the cold leather. Sophie shrugged them off and stood, grabbing her extra room keys and slipping out of the hotel room.

Jenny wouldn't mind it.

Sophie was planning to visit Felix's house. Jenny constantly argued about how she shouldn't be traveling in such a weakened state, but Sophie needed answers. The curiosity was some type of disease chewing away at her forgetful mind, and she couldn't take it anymore.

She hesitated as she neared the elevator. The stairway was too loud to go down without some angry half asleep person bursting out of their room and complaining about it.

Sophie sucked in a deep breath and pressed the call button.

She didn't really know why she was so scared. Perhaps it was the fact she could plunge so quick to her death– her life, in that metal box, really depended on some metal and strings. She hated feeling like that. Powerless.

Her teeth dug into the soft flesh of her bottom lip as the elevator doors slid open, and she rubbed at her arms anxiously as she stepped inside. It smelled professional. With a bit of perfume.

To her surprise, the elevator didn't drop speedily at a million miles per hour when it started moving. Slowly, her nails released her sleeves and her front teeth let go of her bottom lip.

A garbled tune that sounded muffled to her ears began trickling out of some corner of the elevator, much too incoherent to her absent mind. Somehow, she still managed to hum along, occasionally gulping for air between the notes.

The elevator came to a stop with a shudder, and so did Sophie's lack of air as she fell out of the elevator doors with a deep inhale. No sound came from the lobby other then the stifled footsteps of staff and late goers, padding against the floral carpet.

She shook off the feeling everyone knew she was lying when she strode through the lobby, arms wrapped around her chest. There was no way everyone knew she was lying. Right? They weren't even–

Sophie immediately cut off the thread of thought she knew would eventually turned into a tangled mess of anxiety, running a hand through her bunched up hair and stepping into the cool night. The cold seemed to wash away her thoughts, and she let out a sigh of relief as she strolled towards where she faintly remembered Felix's house was.

It was a nice night for a walk anyways.

Something was behind her.

Sophie's head turned– she swore she felt something behind her. The only thing there was a streetlight, white light flickering indecisively.