This is a second attempt at this a second attempt at this story. It's about a girl called Nova. She seems fairly sane until we discover her inner and utmost twisted thoughts as she takes out her insanity on the others around her.
"So, Nova. How do you feel today" asked my therapist, Pamela.
(Pamela has been my therapist for the past three years, we are very close and I trust her with most things.) I sighed. "Not... too great I guess?" I murmured, staring at the floor. "Oh. That's a shame. What's wrong?" She questioned, crossing her legs and leaning back in her large black leather couch. "Well... just the usual... I'm still behind on homework and I'm not really... well... I'm not very energetic anymore... I always feel tired." I slurred. I took a second to breathe, my head pounding. I could hear my heartbeat. I looked once more at my surroundings in this room. It calmed me, dimly lit with tall lamps in each corner and paintings of sunsets on each wall. There was a net of fairy lights on the roof, that made me feel relaxed, it reminded me of the stars.
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"So... we've decided to let you try out a new type of medicine as clearly the others weren't working." Pamela said, breathily, scratching and rubbing at her neck. "It's called Zoloft. Hopefully this will work."
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She said as she stood up slowly and walked over to her desk. "Have you told my parents yet?" I asked. "Yes, I told them just before you came in." Pamela replied, rummaging through a drawer. She finally stopped and sighed a sigh of relief. "And... here's the prescribed ones, if they run out before next session, here's a receipt." Pamela said, handing me over a bottle of pills and a receipt. "Well, thanks for seeing me... I'll be going now." I said, sauntering across the cream carpet to the door. I lazily dragged the door open and slumped out to the front of the building, in the pouring rain where my mum was sitting in her car. I brushed my hand across my hair. "Time to put on your happy face..." I thought as I opened the car door. "Hey, Nova how'd it go?" My mother asked. (It's obvious who my mother is although you don't know our relationship. We don't get on very well at all.) "Y'know.. the same as always. She gave me Zoloft, I've to take that now." I sighed as I flopped down into the car seat and I buckled my seatbelt in. I leaned my head against the window, allowing the sound of raindrops hitting against it hypnotise me before my mum put the radio on, and "Say You Won't Let Go - James Arthur" starts playing. Jeezo, way to lighten the mood.
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