Temptation

1 - Madden

I'm slowly sinking into the couch as my therapist continues to speak to me about my diet and fitness habits. All I can think about is how annoying her high pitch voice is, and I really don't understand how she is even in this line of work. However, her voice may make my ears bleed, she actually does help me with my issues. Aside from her voice, Erica Murphy is a beautiful woman in her early 40's; her shinny blonde hair is always set in the most perfectly round bun I've ever seen, her brown eyes are dark and show sincerity and she is clearly married based off the massive rock of a diamond she wears on her ring finger.

Dr. Murphy doesn't realize that I've completely zoned out and have basically sunken into this couch. The couch is a beige leather and the cushions are worn out from many people's asses; she clearly needs to purchase a new one.

As I've now become one with the couch, Dr. Murphy's voice continues in the background, "...you should only be working out 3 times a week now. Since I have you on this specific meal plan, it is important that you reduce yourself from-" it has become clear to her that I have not been paying attention as I've drifted off staring through her diplomas hanging on the wall. "Madden!" She half shouts at me! "Sorry, I get it. I can't be working out more than 3 times a week." She nods her head to confirm that I am right about what she's been lecturing me about for the last 15 minutes. She hands me a new prescription to help calm my anxiety and warns me that this medication is for intense schizophrenia and should help me sleep at night. I'm just not really sure why she would bother giving me these pills because nothing has worked so far.

As I walk out from the building, I realize that it's raining. Fuck. I forgot an umbrella. Of course, I am the only person in all of Vancouver who doesn't think to bring an umbrella everywhere I go. I take the walk of shame to the grocery store; Costco, which luckily has a pharmacy so I can put in my prescription. By the time I've walked the five blocks to Costco, I'm drenched but at least my Hunter Chelsea Boots have kept my feet from drowning in the puddles. Grabbing the obnoxiously large Costco cart, I start throwing in some of the necessities: toilet paper, a couple of new towels, a massive box of Captain Crunch, eggs and bread. When I'm going through the aisle to get a tub of peanut butter, I'm suddenly knocked over by what feels like a brick wall. Klunk. On the floor, I'm looking around me to see if there is anyone else in the aisle and oddly enough, there isn't, just me and what I thought was a wall. I've hit the floor pretty hard, but that would be due to the fact that I am mostly bone and I have basically no fat or muscle to soften my fall.

The diet that I'm on helps me regulate my eating. A few months ago, I use to never eat and that wasn't because I didn't want to eat but it was because I just was not hungry. Thanks to Dr. Erica Murphy, I've been able to gain ten pounds in a little over two weeks. My eating disorder is caused by my depression and this last month I have been forcing myself to eat accordingly to the schedule which Dr. Murphy obviously worked very hard on. She knows how OCD I can be, so she made it a point to make sure that the eating schedule was colour coded to my liking; it came with exact food and measurements, so I knew what to get and how much when I went grocery shopping.

Attempting to get up on my own is the most embarrassing thing in the world. I clearly did not run into a wall, but the tall stature of a man standing in front of me. When I look up at him, ready to be nothing but fuming mad, I see his dark brown hair that looks as if it is slicked back purposely but it seems to just fall that way; his deep green eyes staring down at me. As he holds onto my wrist to help me up, he begins apologizing profusely. Through his British accent he seems to be whispering, "Bloody hell! I'm so sorry!" I just nod telling him that I'm alright but that's when I take a real look at this British man, I remember him from somewhere.

Oh Shit.