It has been 2 months.
Patricia clutches her phone tightly, her face etched with worry.
She was in a call with Tonet and Tonet wants to know their situation in New York, "What do you mean? What's been happening?"
Patricia takes a deep breath, trying to steady her trembling voice.
"Cheska has been isolating herself in her room, Tonet. She barely eats, barely sleeps. I've tried talking to her, but she just shuts me out. It's like she's trapped in this dark cloud of depression."
Tonet's voice carries a mix of concern and surprise.
"Two months? That's a long time, Patricia. She must be going through something really difficult after Aunt Martha'a death.
"I know, Tonet, and that's what worries me the most. She's always been strong, but this time, it feels different. She won't let anyone in, not even me. I'm scared for her, Tonet. I'm scared that she's losing herself."
"We need to help her, Patricia. We can't let her suffer alone. Have you tried suggesting therapy or seeking professional help?"
Patricia sighs, her voice filled with frustration.
"I've tried, Tonet. I've suggested therapy, counseling, even spending time together, but she refuses everything. She insists she can handle it on her own, but it's tearing her apart."
"We can't give up on her, Patricia. We've been through so much together, and we'll get through this too. Let's come up with a plan. Maybe we could organize an intervention or find a therapist who specializes in her struggles."
Patricia wipes away her tears, her determination shining through her eyes.
"You're right, Tonet. We won't give up on her. She deserves our love and support, especially during the darkest moments. Let's find a way to bring her back into the light."
As they continue to talk, their voices filled with concern and determination, Patricia and Tonet vow to be there for Cheska no matter what it takes.
However, Cheska sits on the floor, huddled against the wall. Her face is tear-stained, and her eyes are red and swollen from hours of crying.
The room is scattered with crumpled tissues and empty pill bottles, a haunting representation of her struggle.
Cheska clutches her head, her fingers entangled in her disheveled hair.
She rocks back and forth, lost in the abyss of her own despair.
Her voice is filled with pain and self-loathing.
"I lost my lover whom I thought would be my soulmate, I loved her too much that I wasted myself for her, now the only person who is there for me is my mom, and now she's gone, and I haven't spent time with her"
She gazes at the empty pill bottles strewn around her, her eyes fixated on them, tempting her with a false promise of escape.
"Why am I so weak? I can't even handle my own emotions. I'm a burden to everyone around me. It would be better if I just disappeared."
Tears stream down Cheska's face as she contemplates the unthinkable. She feels trapped in a cycle of darkness, suffocated by her own thoughts and emotions.
And the deaths of her parents were brutal and it traumatized her for life.
Cheska sat in her bedroom, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She had been feeling so low lately, and the thought of suicide had been creeping into her mind more and more.
She knew it was wrong, but it seemed like the only way out of her misery.
But then she thought about the pain she was in. The pain that seemed to never end, no matter how hard she tried to make it go away.
She thought about how much easier it would be to just end it all, to just be done with it.
And the wounds on her body were actually self harm before.
Her hands trembling as she held the bottle of pills. She had been struggling with depression for months, and she had finally reached her breaking point.
Tears streamed down her face as she opened the bottle and poured the pills into her hand. She had never felt so alone and so desperate before.
She slowly brought the pills to her lips and swallowed them one by one.
She felt a wave of calm wash over her as the pills began to take effect.
She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, feeling a sense of peace that she hadn't felt in a long time.
As the pills began to take their toll, Cheska felt her body slowly drift away.
She felt a sense of relief as she let go of all her pain and sorrow.
Cheska's last thought before she drifted away was that she was finally at peace.
Her stomach churned and her head pounded. She felt like she was going to be sick, but nothing came out.
The pain was unbearable, but she knew it was nothing compared to the pain she had received.
And in a blink of an eye...
Cheska's eyes were closed, her breathing shallow and labored.
Her skin was pale and clammy, her lips tinged blue.
Her parents were in the backseat of the car, their faces etched with worry and fear.
The car screeched to a halt outside the hospital, and Cheska's parents leapt out, running towards the entrance.
They were met by a team of medical staff, who quickly loaded Cheska onto a gurney and rushed her into the hospital.
Patricia couldn't stop crying.
Inside, the medical staff worked quickly and efficiently, checking her vital signs and administering medication to counteract the effects of the suicide pills.
Patricia watched helplessly as the medical staff worked, her heart in her throat.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the medical staff declared that Cheska was stable and out of danger.
Patricia breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that her cousin was safe.
Cheska lies in a hospital bed, surrounded by sterile white walls. The room is filled with the soft hum of medical equipment. Tubes and wires connect her to monitors, a reminder of the fragility of life.
Patricia sits by Cheska's side, holding her hand tightly, her eyes filled with relief and concern.
Cheska's tear-streaked face reveals a mix of emotions—gratitude, confusion, and a lingering sadness.
She can't help but feel overwhelmed by the fact that she is still alive, her mind grappling with conflicting thoughts.
"I... I can't believe I'm still here. I wanted it all to end."
"Oh, Cheska, we're so glad you're still with us. We were all so scared. You had us worried sick."
Cheska's voice cracks as she tries to express her deep-rooted pain and the struggle she has been going through.
Patricia's eyes well up with tears as she listens to Cheska's sobs, her heart aching for her dear friend.
"Cheska, I can't even begin to understand what you're going through, but please know that we love you. We care about you deeply, and we want to help you through this. You're not alone in this battle."
Cheska sniffles, her grip on Patricia's hand tightening.
"I don't know if I can do this anymore. The pain... it's suffocating. I don't want to live anymore!"
Patricia leans closer, "Cheska, I know it feels impossible right now, but there is hope. There are people who can help you navigate this darkness. We'll find the right support, the right treatment. Please, don't give up."
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Unspoken Desires
General FictionCheska, a girl whose heart bore the weight of abandonment, had carried the scars of her past with her throughout her life. The wounds ran deep, originating from the neglect she had endured at the hands of her parents. Their absence had left her with...
