Post by Bailey Henneth on Apr 12, 2015 17:29:16 GMT -5
Months had passed since a quarrel with a strung-out friend had almost turned fatal. Months had passed since Teagan had been switched out to another hospital, where she'd receive more intensive care. Months had passed since she'd used, since she'd run off...
But it seemed like her advancements were left ignored. Therapy was nothing more than a wall of the same questions: "why do you think you act so promiscuous?" "Why did you abuse drugs?"
"Promiscuous!" She'd psh-awed to Teagan, "I've only been with one person sober." Of course, Teagan was probably beyond uninterested in her sex life. She needed to tell someone - someone other than Aiden. Because why else would a label of "promiscuous" be tacked onto her symptom list?
After an hour of repeated questions, Bailey felt more than defeated socially. Lucky for her, though, dinnertime had just begun, so she had the opportunity to isolate herself at a hard booth, the plastic sending shivers up her spine every time she knocked into it the wrong way. Wrapping a lock of ash blonde hair around her finger, she scanned the motley bunch of patients for Aiden. She'd been seeing him less and less ever since he'd began experimental treatment. Although she didn't know what it consisted off, rumor had it that it was intense.
Passing her tongue across her teeth, Bailey released the hair, allowing it to spring back into place, halting past her shoulders in long, mussed up waves, dropping her hand against the table with a mighty "slap!" She picked at her fries, eyeing them like she was thinking long and hard about the decision to eat them or not.
Minus the darkness of her undereyes and the tired wetness of her retinas, she seemed allover well.
As a smudgy figure approached, Bailey flicked her brows, and then did the same to a fry, launching it at him.
But it seemed like her advancements were left ignored. Therapy was nothing more than a wall of the same questions: "why do you think you act so promiscuous?" "Why did you abuse drugs?"
"Promiscuous!" She'd psh-awed to Teagan, "I've only been with one person sober." Of course, Teagan was probably beyond uninterested in her sex life. She needed to tell someone - someone other than Aiden. Because why else would a label of "promiscuous" be tacked onto her symptom list?
After an hour of repeated questions, Bailey felt more than defeated socially. Lucky for her, though, dinnertime had just begun, so she had the opportunity to isolate herself at a hard booth, the plastic sending shivers up her spine every time she knocked into it the wrong way. Wrapping a lock of ash blonde hair around her finger, she scanned the motley bunch of patients for Aiden. She'd been seeing him less and less ever since he'd began experimental treatment. Although she didn't know what it consisted off, rumor had it that it was intense.
Passing her tongue across her teeth, Bailey released the hair, allowing it to spring back into place, halting past her shoulders in long, mussed up waves, dropping her hand against the table with a mighty "slap!" She picked at her fries, eyeing them like she was thinking long and hard about the decision to eat them or not.
Minus the darkness of her undereyes and the tired wetness of her retinas, she seemed allover well.
As a smudgy figure approached, Bailey flicked her brows, and then did the same to a fry, launching it at him.
