Reflections-C.L

Dramatic isn't,it?

DW:Mentions of alcohol abuse,smoking, anxiety and toxic relationships.

Wednesday 21st July 2022

Monaco, Charles and Lydia's apartment
9:45 p.m

Lydia was alone at the house. Charles had gone for a family dinner at his mother's house. Lydia was still recovering from the incident last week.

She was sitting on the couch with a glass of whiskey in her hand. One the other hand, a lighted cigarette that she put in her mouth inhaling and exhaling leaving the smoke out. The addictive sensation filling her brain, easing her nerves down.

Of course he didn't know that she was drinking and smoking. But Lydia couldn't do otherwise. She had hidden the packet of cigarettes in her nightstand.

Her mental health had gone from bad to worse but she didn't want to accept it. She thought that staying with him could stop the panic attacks. That it could stop her anxiety or her sleepless nights. It did at first and Lydia couldn't be happier, but then she had a panic attack during the race a few days ago and everything went downhill.

(Flashback)

Monday 19th July 2022
Hospital, 11:35 a.m

Lydia was sitting on the hospital bed, ready to leave. Charles was standing beside the bed, texting Pierre.Suitcases packed in front of him so they could go straight to the airport.

"Lydia, Pierre is waiting downstairs with the car. I'm going to put the luggage in the car and come wait with you for the doctor to come." Charles said as he put his phone down, a few minutes later leaving the room.

And Lydia was left alone. She took a deep breath. She was doing so well and suddenly in a few moments she felt everything go black and she woke a few hours later in the hospital bed,Charles on her side holding her hand. When she asked him why she was there he said that the only thing he knew was that she had crashed in the barriers and then they took her in the hospital. Apparently he finished the race and then he went straight to see her, and he stayed there until she woke up.

Suddenly the doctor came inside the room.

"Hello Lydia. So you are ready to go but before you leave I just wanted to speak with you" the doctor said looking at her.
"Of course"
"So you crashed into the barriers because you got a panic attack."
"Yes"
"It was the first time?"
"No"
"Lydia I think it's better for you if you seek help from a psychologist. This time you were lucky enough. If it happens again you might get hurt worse"
"I already see a psychologist in Monaco" She lied. She simply lied. Beaches she didn't want to accept what was really happening. So she had chosen to lie. To the Doctor, to herself, to Daphne, to Charles. To everyone. Because it was easier.

"Okay then. Have a good day Lydia." The doctor said leaving.
"Umm...Doctor?" Lydia said stopping her.
"Yes Lydia?" The doctor said turning to look at her.
"Please don't tell my friend about the panic attack. He doesn't know and I don't want to worry him" He can't know
"As you wish Lydia" He mustn't.

Saturday 25th July 2022
Monaco, Charles and Lydia's apartment

Lydia came out of the bathroom and went to open the door. Opening it she saw Pierre. He was leaning on the door frame as he was calling someone.

"I have to go. Byeee." Pierre said with a huge, stupid smile in his face.
Lydia knew that type of smile.
"Someone is in love" she half-singed as she stepped aside, letting Pierre inside the house.

He didn't respond. He just playfully rolled his eyes, that smile still on his face.

"How is has been life in Monaco?" he asked turning to look at her.
"Good. Really good" she replied.