Tick tock tick tock tick tock
My eyes are close but it still, does nothing with my mind. It's happening almost too frequent now. It always is like this after the regular therapy session that what my mom believes it'll help me but in fact, it turns out differently.
I open my eyes for the third times now and my hands always want to reach the phone that I placed on my nightstand but I keep refusing to take it cause I don't think that using a phone would help me either. Moving my eyes to see the time and it writes 2 AM. Shit. I should have to sleep now, I don't want to be late for school.
I turn my body to the side then my eyes immediately looking at the medicine that I put on my other table. To my own surprise, I've drunk it quite a lot lately and it half empty. What kind of medicine is that things? My right hand suddenly rise from my side to reach the bottles but before I touch it, my hand suddenly halted halfway.
No more medicine, Ariadne. You've drunk enough.
You have to control it.
My subconscious suddenly ringing inside my head. Arguing whether to take one drink or not, but then I chose to stop it.
It's enough, no more drugs to calm yourself.
Moving my body to turn on the other side and once again repeating to try to sleep my self. I hope this is the again time for me to try to sleep. No more medicine for tonight. It just the side effect of the medicine if I'm not drinking it. I know that I can live normal without any antibiotics again.
This is the last.
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" Good morning, sweetheart." My mom said, she walks towards me and already busy with opening piles of a file on her hands. She's already wearing her coat and underneath it, she's wearing her working attire.
Recently, she's having so many works to do. After two days of taking her leave, she's getting too worked up with her works afterwards. She told me that she's recently working on an autopsy about the newfound victim which oddly it turns her job from surgeon to a legal worker. I've seen it on the news way too often and it keeps on playing on my head every time I remember the face of the girl lifeless body. The autopsy of the still unknown girls still continues and she is one of the cases. Even though she's not going to tell me who but I know that the case that she mentioned also included that girl.
I heard her answering a call every night in her room. Talking stuff about some suspicious bruises and body damage that looks odd and inhuman. I heard her talking about something that resembles fingerprints that don't look humanely and she said that the victim case of murdering is stabbing actions on her abdominals which cause serious damage in her liver. This is somehow, reminds me about the Boylston street case of murdering. One thing that startled me was when I heard my mom talking about something like a symbol that is drawn on her right back shoulder. As much as I want to listen to more details about it but I choose to leave it and not wanting to hear any more detail.
I watch her while eating my chocolate cereal that actually tastes bitter on my tongue. It must have to taste like the chocolate flavour but I don't even taste any of it. Instead of finishing it now, I keep to eat it. I know that I can make her suspicious if I'm not eating my breakfast. Instead of afraid, I'll be so much aware if she begins to ask me questions and at the end, she'll take me back to Dr Juan. again.
When she's finished arranging her files, her eyes move to see mine and she gave me a look that now I regret that to watch her. I try to ignore her reactions and acting like usual by reading my book but I still can feel her eyes stays on me and it starts to make feel very annoyed.
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In The Night
Mystery / Thriller" What do you want from me." I said, my voice stern but fear is still linger in me. He gave a sly grin then I saw a glint of light in his eyes, like he enjoyed this. " I just want you to shut the fuck up." He said. " But that's not what as easy as y...
