Warnings: Signs of Depression, Mentions of Suicide, Mentions of Drugs (Recreational from Unorthodox Methods and Prescribed), Signs of Manipulation
Description: In the cold days of Canadian weather, a simple-living swedish woman by the name of Judit...
Judith softly closed and locked the door behind her, pressing her back against the door and taking a deep yet shaky breath.
She couldn’t stop her spiralling mind from concocting excuses for how easily she put her trust in this man, why was she so truthful? How was he able to get her to speak after so many others tried in the past without even another word other than a greeting, the greeting even being as cold as ice in the first place as well but with this man...
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She let her neck down and hung her head low, eventually pushing herself away from the door and trudging along towards her kitchen, making a straight line towards the cabinets. Her hands fumbled clumsily in an almost dazed state as she reached in an attempt of locating her pills.
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She found herself staring blankly at the half-empty bottle of sleeping pills. She slowly dragged her sight to the clock before pursing her lips inwards and reluctantly putting them back, her hands were trembling yet not as much as usual, as if letting it all out to her new therapist actually proved helpful towards her anxious and reclusive behaviour.
“Maybe it was just me, finally reaching out... Maybe it wasn’t his fault I let everything spill...”
She eventually whispered to herself, wrapping her arms around herself while heading towards her room to get changed. That was before a familiar ding sounded in her bag, a text. She left it alone until she had switched out her clothing and then got back to it, unlocking it with her passcode and skimming the message,
“He cancelled my shift for tomorrow?”
she breathed out in a confused manner before grumbling,
“I guess it can’t be helped then. I could use that time to stock up on groceries anyway... I can’t remember the last time I went to get a full supply.”
She commented to herself before turning her screen off and retreating to her bed, trying her best to let her body relax upon the cushioning of her bed and letting her heavy head sink into her pillow.
For the first time in weeks she actually felt exhausted enough that maybe she wouldn’t need the pills anymore...
She held that as hope while drifting off but oddly enough a thought that never left her mind was his eyes. The way he looked at her with such care that it made her feel like he was actually concerned and wanted to help her for the sake of her sanity, his eyes paying attention only to her like two spotlights on a stage, full attention. She felt that same odd feeling creep into her stomach once again, something she could not describe but it held her all the way to the dream realm.
