Lyin' Eyes - Freddie Mercury Fanfic

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1st Person POV

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"So, what's troubling you?" My therapist asked, scratching his head at the current state I was in.

I drummed my fingers along the tough, leather couch I laid on, my teeth chattered nervously as a chill rushed up and down my spine.

I didn't expect it to happen again, I didn't expect to return here, I thought I had cured it by taking those prescribed medications, but no, he still speaks to me.

"It happened again," I stated bluntly.

My therapist nodded his head, jotting down a few notes.

I started to ramble, stutter and shake as I spoke, nothing seemed real anymore, not as long as he was still in my head.

"It seems like your little friend has returned?" The therapist replied, chuckling at his own joke.

My jaw clenched, he had no right to jest about my current condition, how would he feel if he were in my shoes?

I got up, brushed off my clothes and turned on my heel towards the door, that was when 'Mr. Chuckles' stood up.

"Ms. Sullivan, aren't you forgetting something?" He said curtly while holding his hand out, he was expecting a tip.

I turned around to face his stupid, smug grin.

I simply waltzed over to him, slapped his hand to the side and bowed.

"Here's your tip from me to you," I began with a proud grin. "You're a jackass."

With a smirk and wink, I sprinted out the door and towards my car, let's just say, I felt like a millionaire after that.

"Keep the change, dear!!" I exclaimed towards the building, soon slamming my car door closed and speeding onto the freeway towards my humble abode.

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My hands trembled as I carefully placed the two pills on my nightstand, they shimmered under my lamp as I poured myself a nice, refreshing glass of water.

Swirling the water around in the glass, I stared blankly out at the world below me through my cracked window.

The cars sped past the drunken people in the street, the city lights polluted the night sky and the chilled air left everyone feeling crisp and bitter.

1974's New York truly wasn't a bad sight to see, it was quite eye catching for the common tourist.

Shaking my head, I held up my glass towards the light, squinting at the tiny specks of dust that danced inside the beams of light.

"Here's to the demons inside my head," I mumbled, slightly slurring my words due to exhaustion.

Sucking down the pills with the water, I turned off the light and soon laid down against my pillow, waiting for sleep to imprison me within its walls.

I shut my eyes, my mind raced with thoughts that were both big and small, I started off with the simplest of topics, who I was.

My name is Lily Sullivan, my thoughts began.

I'm a typical Yank. I continued. I've got a bit of Irish in my blood and I don't really have a great connection with my folks, big whoop.

I'm twenty years old, I thought to myself. I'm young and full of nonexistent hope for my future.

My head soon started to hurt, I wanted to wrap up my inner monologue as soon as possible.

Currently, I'm just some random college student, taking art history classes... and possibly failing... and trying to get through this torturous thing called life with only my wits, nonexistent talents and fighting abilities... yeah, I'll definitely make it! I giggled at that last remark as my breathing started to slow.

My body soon relaxed, I finally felt like I was at peace, absolutely nothing could disturb my welcomed slumber.

Back so soon, darling? a male voice said, his British accent caressing his carefully chosen words.