A Lunch Break // Freya and Hailey.
Freya grimaced slightly at the bright light beating down on her from the midday sun as she strode out of the hospital, her head held high and proud. Today had been a reasonably good day; she’d already had to perform a pneumonectomy on one of the elder residents in Vero beach. It had been fascinating, the poor dear’s lung was a fetid black, slowly decaying from the deep inlayed cancerous cells, and had brought Freya a good few hours’ worth of entertainment.
A grin pulling at her lips as she remembered this, despite the crowded environment, the mass of people buzzing hectically around her, making her mouth go dry with an aloof disgust. She was better than all of those ordinary people, they didn’t know what it was like to truly see the world and to know exactly how everything fitted together, she did, Freya understood. It’s an interesting fact, she mused to her herself, that the majority of people who suffer from severe constant depression are in the top 10% of the population. Probably because they could see how shallow and pointless life really is.
These thoughts didn’t upset Freya though, if anything it made her happier, after all if she didn’t have some divine purpose and ultimately her life would make no significant difference to the world then surely it was hers to live, and in whatever manner she deemed appropriate. Even if it was in a way that most people would disapprove of.
Musing this over, Freya honestly couldn’t see what was wrong with her philosophy that most people were so strongly opposed to it, after all if she hurt anyone then it certainly wasn’t herself, in fact other’s pain only seemed to exaggerate her own enjoyment, and it wasn’t as if how she affected others influenced her life greatly, if at all, and in the long run to her surely all that should matter was her own life, not others. She wouldn’t die happier just because she’d put someone else above herself, in fact she’d probably be even less happy.
Snapping back out of her self-justified thoughts Freya pushed the heavy door to a café that one of her colleagues had suggested to her, probably in an attempt to free themselves from the psychopath’s presence even if only for an hour extra. Raising a delicate eyebrow as her eyes swept over the cramped café, her lips twitching in revulsion as she saw that the only seats available were on a table with someone already on it. How degrading.
Perhaps she could go somewhere else, somewhere where she wouldn’t have to mingle with other people. But no, she only had an hour of her break and she didn’t have any time to find somewhere else that she knew would serve quality food and not make her want to throw up. She supposed she just have to grin and bear it.
Flipping her hair back over her shoulder, Freya resisted the urge to light a cigarette as she always did when she was stressed, and strode over to the table, her eyes narrowing slightly as she saw Hailey and sat down opposite to the girl.
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