Trauma ➸ Audrey Jensen [1]

7 ➸ the ugly truth

seven ; the ugly truth

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HARLEY

I woke up slowly, and only took me a few seconds to see the sun, and feel my senses return to my body. Audrey was very close to me, and I could feel the warmth of her body as it was pretty much pressed against mine. Holy shit, when the fuck did this happen?

I turned over to look at her, and she immediately blushed, seeing how close she was to me. "Sorry, can't control how I sleep," she laughed. She was thoughtful, and I liked that. I gave her a cheeky smile, laying back down to return to sleeping. I wasn't much of a morning person, and I still had the weekend to spend here. So, why not sleep?

I could hear Audrey yawn as she turned over in the bed, but for some reason, I was aching to have her closer to me again. It made me feel safe, like for some reason God was finally giving me a friend who will actually care and always be there for me.

I wanted to ask her more than anything if we could go back to that, but I didn't want to be weird, or make her think I like her, she's just my new wonderful friend. Although, it feels like we're pretty much already best friends.

The exhaustion was coming back, making it's way into my brain as I let my heavy eyelids fall, and my mind drift. I never thought it would be easy to just trust someone, but with Audrey, it felt incredibly easy. Like it was obvious that she truly didn't have intentions of hurting me later on. I was still afraid she wouldn't be my friend when she finds out the truth, because my truth hurts.

The only noise I could hear was the ceiling fan spinning in circles, illuminating the room with its cold air, as we were freshly into summer. It wasn't even June yet, and the heat was killing me. I tossed and turned twice as much when the room was hot.

"You're useless."

I sat up in the bed quickly, hearing Audrey's voice. What? "Huh?" I questioned at the sleepy girl laying next to me. "What? Are you okay?" She asked, acting like she didn't just speak, but then it slowly came to me. That wasn't Audrey. My heart sank as I realized the voices were starting to come back, and they would torture me if I didn't take the meds to stop them. The mocked me, because they wanted to show me the ugly truth.

"Harley, are you okay?" She asked again, sitting up to get a better look at my facial expression to see if I was having a nervous breakdown. Things began to get loud, as I had to shush her. "I need to go to my house to grab something. I'm sorry, I'll be right back."

I literally jumped out of her bed as she tried to speak, flying down the stairs before she could even move or ask me why I was leaving or what I was doing.

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It only took me about five minutes to retrieve my meds, and I covered the part of the label that said Anti-Psychotics with a marker so Audrey wouldn't see that I'm pretty much crazy without the power of my medicine. The voices used to make me believe every word they say, but not anymore. I'm not letting them control my life.

I walked into Audrey's bedroom, placing the bottle of pills on her dresser. She sat up quickly, staring at me as I walked into the room. "Are you okay?" She sounded so worried, like if she wasn't assured that I was okay she would have a break down. I nodded, talking her that I forgot my anxiety meds, and that was all.