Chapter four, tension. [Angelica's POV]

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⚠︎︎Mentions of suicide, smoking, and drugs ⚠︎︎

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"How have I been? Well, okay I guess." Those were the very first words I had said to my therapist this morning. Y/N wanted to hang out and go on a date this morning but I had to be too fucking stupid and just cancel it. I lied to her and said I had to go somewhere and have a meeting, now she thinks I'm cheating. Fucking great. I took another whiff of my cigar and my therapist stared angrily at me. "You know those are bad for your lung-" I angrily interrupted, "Yeah, Yeah. Don't tell me something I don't already fucking know." My therapist rolled their eyes and continued to ask basic ass questions written on their clipboard. As the therapist asked, "Do you ever feel worthless, like you should?" I got up from the velvet cushion and stared in disbelief. "All the damn fucking time." The therapist grinned and said, "Good, you fucking deserve it." I passed out.


'Beep' 

'Beep.'

'Beep.'

I opened my eyelids, they felt heavy and it felt like I was about to go to sleep. I woke up to see heavy equipment and a hospital room.

 I woke up to see heavy equipment and a hospital room

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 I also saw my therapist and.... Y/N. Tears were streaming down her face and I didn't understand why. "Why would you do this to yourself??!!" she lightly yelled out, running to me and grasping my hand with hers. "Do..what?" The tears dripped down her face in an even faster matter. 

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