KILL THIS LOVE | JENLISA

Chapter 85

Jennie

"You've reached Doctor Lee Seo-jin, please leave a message after the tone."

"Doctor Lee? This is Jennie Kim," my voice began, short-winded, the hint of urgency in my tone more transparent than ever. "I know it's been a very long time since we've spoken, three years I think, and that this is coming out of nowhere; but uh... I was hoping... maybe you could refill my prescription for Prozac."

I paused, trying to catch my breath, brushing my fingers against my forehead daintily, "I... I really need it. Uhm, please just call me when you get this." As soon as I put my phone down, my hand immediately went to the little brown bag placed in front of me on the granite sink top, searching for a particular little object.

When I could feel the thing between my fingers, I took out the bottle, emptying the last of its contents into my palm with fumbling hands. I only stared at the singular green coloured pill for a flash second, before gulping it down dry in a frenzy-like manner. I closed my eyes, breathing in deeply, then opening my lids, peering into my own reflection in the spotless mirror.

She's not going to get you.

She's not going to get you.

I repeated the sentence in my mind like a prayer several times, before the stress coursing through my body finally started to alleviate a bit. At that very moment two girls entered the toilet together, making me jump a little as I hastily stuffed the bottle back into my bag, turning on my heels to leave quickly. As I exited the restroom, I made the half-minded decision to grab some coffee, while I did my work in the quiet café itself. I noticed the place was rather empty today, which was all I could ask for.

Dissociative Identity Disorder

Winds of uneasiness caved against my bones as I typed the words into the search bar. But I simply ignored those, my mind set in stone. Lord knows I tried to distance myself from the paradox that was Lisa Manoban. After being thrown into a whirlpool of sick mind games and danger, sprinkled in with a little potential jail time; any normal person would keep miles away from digging into this can of worms.

But then again, at the end of the day, I was far from normal.

I had cried all my tears. And now, my brain thirsted for answers.