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...
It was all blurred lines and fuzzy images the next morning.
A wicked headache was making itself a crowned king within her skull but as incoherent as the images and memories were when they were hitting her mentality, they easily faded away like a wisp on a dark winter’s night. She sat up after a moment with a hand stabilizing her temples. She could’ve sworn she was somewhere else in her house the last she remembered but soon stood up once she was able to get out of her bed and glanced to the time, blinking a couple times in shock.
“How is it night time still? It feels as if it’s been hours... How long was I out for?”
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She murmured to herself, feeling like she had lost time and yet it was still dark. She quickly felt around and grabbed her phone, also seeing herself in different clothes as last she remembers. She started to become a little startled,
“What the...”
She looked her arms up and down and glanced to her phone, it was definitely lost time because she was missing recollection of a whole day, she became scared.
She swiftly got up and dressed for work, heading out almost immediately to try and distract herself and just completely forget about anything she just experienced. She wasn’t okay right now and she wanted to just never mention it ever again, not to mention that while on her way to work her stomach twisted and churned like a coil. She proceeded her day with slow movements due to her sudden unexplainable nausea, often having to excuse herself and head upstairs to the staff bathrooms and let out whatever was intoxicating her system. Her body swayed weakly for the rest of the day and she ended up getting sent home for the week, much to her despise. She wasn’t sure about what was happening and it began to form a ball of fear within her sunken chest.
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Upon her return home, she was welcomed with a call from her therapist, she exhaled before laying on the couch with little to no energy. She called back,
“Hey, Dr. Lecter. You called me, was there something you needed or to make sure of?”
She spoke in a confused tone, it didn’t make sense to why he would call her instead of the other way around but soon enough she got a reply,
