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“I have been in therapy for the last six hours and I haven’t slept in twenty four hours. I’m not in the fucking mood to be courteous.”
“ look at my eyes ----- ya’ think i’ve slept ?? join the club. they really make you do therapy for six hours ?? fuck that, they best not pull that shit on me. ”
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Daisy turned her head, her eyes dull as she studied the other. “What’s it to you? Even if I did have anything, I wouldn’t be tellin’ you, would I?”
fiona groaned, knocking her head back. “ come on, lets not play games now huh ? sharing IS caring. shit, i wouldn’t even complain if i got my hands on a few tylenol. ”
of course fiona would get stuck in a group therapy session where the doctor was way too giddy and happy to be working in this place. everything she was saying went in one ear and out the other. fiona still had withdrawal symptoms so she was irritated, TIRED, eyes red and hair in knots. it wasn’t the day for this. now this doctor had them take a break to do some art therapy. “ ----- she can’t be fuckin’ serious. i ain’t gonna be drawin’ no god damn sunshine shit how is that gonna help me. LISTEN ; you stick one of these pencils in my eye i’ll make it worth your while. ” she spoke to the person near her, ready to just up and leave the room.
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“have you thought about other kinds of therapy? i’ve heard music therapy is supposed to be very cognitively stimulating.”
“ too bad they don’t let me listen to my kinda music, huh ?? you like that death metal shit ?? you know, the screamin’ — can’t understand a damn word they’re sayin’. marilyn manson, slipknot. that’s the shit that keeps me —– calm. ” her last word sounding almost mocking.
❛ Watch out for where you walk. ❜ anastasia commented as she looked at the person before her, that just fell into her feet, she was holding in her arms a folder, as she fixed her glasses in her face, not that she needs to use them, but she find it cute. her tone was soft yet cold. she glare the person emotionless, raising her chin as her sparkling icy greyish-blue orbs seeing the person next to her.
boy did that just piss her off. the look of evil glared off to the woman. but within seconds, the look turned into a grin. the type of smile where you know fiona wasn’t happy. “ oh it’s FINE. ” she hopped back up to her feet with the same look. “ but you ever do that again, i’m gonna have to kill ya’. ” fiona’s serious tone turned into a laugh moments after, brushing it off as if she was kidding.
Daisy huffed out a sigh as she felt another presence in her. room, quickly turning on her back to ignore the other person. After a few moments of the person not going away, she began to get annoyed. “Is there somerthing you need?” She called out, still not turning to face the other.
fiona was doing her wandering around for the day, not knowing pretty much anyone, she still liked making her presence known. she stood in the doorway like a total creep. her eyes studied the room, and even the girl for a moment. with a lick of her lips ; she spoke, “ no. ----- you got any drugs ?? come on, i bet ya lil angsty moody shitheads have SOMETHING. you teens can’t just be keepin’ books to entertain you. how about a lil weed ? heard it’s the gateway drug though. ” she whispered at the end with a mocking and obviously sarcastic tone.
She thumbs silently through an open book, eyes wandering across the page, a gentle unaware hum leaving her lips.
every breathe, every movement someone made got under her skin. this withdrawal was kicking her ass. the humming was like a high pitch ringing through her ears, finally she just snapped. “ HEY. can you shut the hell UP , for five fuckin’ minutes ?? ”
“Can I just be alone right now, for once in my fucking life? Thank you.”
“ woah there, hold your horses cowboy. ----- shouldn’t be sayin’ PLEASE ? totally rude if ya’ ask me. ”
‘ quite beautiful, isn’t it ? ’ eyes stopped at the visage in front of her. a painting, that if anything it was quite… controversial, so to speak. yet, she was an art lover herself. and that one … oh, that one was special. made entirely with blood. perhaps, dare she say - one of the most beautiful things she’d ever set her gaze on. ‘ a shame the painter had to die in such an…unfortunate way, don’t you think ? ’ of course. she killed him. she made him paint it with his very own blood.
a ‘ are you fucking serious right now ’ look grew upon her face. she wasn’t shocked, she had done worse but it was just full on entertaining for the girl. “ you’re a fuckin’ crazy bitch, aren’t ya ? ” a laugh escaping before gazing at the piece of art. “ how’d ya finish em’ off ? knife to the throat ? THAT’S always a fun one. ”
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