"I may be on the side of the angels, but don't think for a second that I am one of them." -Sherlock Holmes, BBC's Sherlock
"Don't tell me I would be safer with someone else because the truth is, I'd just be more scared." Ellie, The Last of Us (2013)
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Opal tapped her fingers on her thighs impatiently. Patience was something she no longer had, not for years she hadn't. She would look around the room every minute or so, looking to see if there was anyone she could confront to speak to even though she hated talking to strangers, anything to get the possibility of something terrible returning away from her thoughts. Her mind was a dangerous place, like black ice, just like she had told Sami.
"Opal, how nice to see you." Her therapist, Marlene, says coming up and squatting down beside her, "let's go to my office and talk, okay?"
Opal stands, waiting for Marlene to do the same then heading to her office. Opal sits down on a couch-like thing, leaning back into it, trying to relax. Marlene sits in a straight chair, putting on a red pair of glasses and a notebook on her lap. Opal knew this was common procedure, but this time felt...different.
Marlene opened her mouth to speak, "will it be morphine or cocaine today?"
"Excuse me?" Opal says breathlessly.
"Will it be morphine or cocaine today?"
"What?" Opal asks, not believing what she was hearing.
"I said, how long has this been happening?" Marlene says, looking concerned.
"Not long...." Answers Opal, "since last Monday when I went to Texas is when the urges began, then finally, I snapped."
"You were around that damn man, weren't you? What's his name..." Marlene trailed off, "Sami! That's right, you were around him?"
"Yeah," Opal replies.
Marlene wrote on the notebook, then looked back to Opal.
"You know what he does to you, Opal. Those feelings you get around him.. The memories. The tears. The broken fingers. The shattered glass."
"Please....Don't." Opal pleads.
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[Opal gets off the bed, wearing only a baggy shirt, the mirror beside her bed was shattered on the floor. She loudly cursed whenever a piece broke the skin of her foot. She continued walking, trying to ignore the pain. She found her hidden bottle of vodka, pulling the cap off and drinking half of it. Her throat burned, but she didn't care, she set the bottle on a table, throwing the cap across the room, hitting the wall and falling to the floor.
"Fuck...." Opal muttered, pushing her hair from her face, her fingers pulling through tangles.
A knock at the door brought Opal back to reality, she stumbled to the door, opening it. A familiar ginger stood there with a grin on his face, but then changed to a frown at the condition of Opal. She signaled for him to come in, he responds with entering her torn apart apartment. Opal slams the door, then flops down on the couch, grinning up at Sami.
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