𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄 || 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗆𝖺

𝗧𝗪𝗢.

"SHOULD I TAKE IT?"

You mumbled to yourself in the dimly colored room labeled the kitchen. The only light being present was the one hanging above the sink counter.

Blankly staring down at the glass water slowly swishing around as if it were dancing, and the pill placed in the palm of your hand. It was a yellow-ish colored pill that tasted indescribably nasty to you. No words could describe how it tasted lacing your tongue.

Not out of fear and disgust that you did not want to take it, but you felt as though sleep was getting better. No nightmares, no waking up in the middle of the cold night, nothing. Not taking the medication for a day did have its consequences, yet it was something you felt inflicted little to no harm. And also, in your mind, who would notice?

Summing up your thoughts of denial, you reached out for the medication bottle and twisted it open clockwise, watching as the medium-sized pill rolled off the smooth palm and landing on top of other pills waiting to be taken. Twisting the cap back closed to push the bottle with the tip of your fingers to the corner of the counter. You took the glass of water which remained still to your lips, slowly drinking in its contents while still locking eyes with the bottle. You felt a sense of a sickening guilt settling in both heart and stomach.

Denying something that has actually helped you sleep comfortably for the past couple of weeks appeared similar to one of a crime—a crime that has a possibility of ending up right back in your therapist's office with his demanding tone belittling you down into nothing. Lips tucked between your teeth as your eyes corrected onto the light switch from the counter and walking towards it to flick it off, then ascending back to your room to finally get some much needed rest.