I was in bed again.
"Hello again", Mrs. James, came in, as the soft-spoken lady, staring at me through her wide glasses.
"Gosh, how insecure"
I laughed. This woman...
"You should calm down within your range of panic attacks. It ain't right"
"I know..", my head hurt again, and I got up. Ina surprisingly sat next to me.
The last conversation we had rushed to my mind. It left the need for an unspoken worry at the moment.
"She badly wanted to see you...", Mrs. James turned around and looked at the strips of pills.
"Eat...them on time"
"I do.."
"I can see that"
My head hung low. No, I didn't...but my health wasn't the matter of talk here.
It was the start of my doubts.
This family is clealry messed up.
And that should be the start to my destruction.
"You should listen to yours
