Hey everyone! Today’s one word prompt is: SIMPLIFY. Hope you all enjoy! This will be an excerpt from one of my upcoming books, called TICK TOCK
Fingers trembling, I try to get a good grip on the handle and start to turn it, freezing upon the creak of the handle. Gasping, I glance around to make sure that creak didn’t summon any monsters before closing my eyes and focusing on my breathing.
Why are you so jumpy?! The voice echoed around in my mind. It’s so easy, everyone else can do it!
“Stop, p-please,” I whimper, tears sliding down my cheeks as I slowly turned the handle some more, flinching as there was a small shhh as the water flowed out of the faucet.
Breathe in, breathe out.
The cup shakes as I lace my fingers around it and bring it under the stream of water, waiting until the water reached halfway before switching off the faucet and then placing the cup carefully on the bench the sink was built into.
Raising my head, I reached out to the little cupboard above the sink that had little mirrors built in as the doors. Gripping the edge of one of the mirrors, I opened it and sighed as my eyes darted over the bottle titles until I found the one that my doctor had prescribed last week.
Cause apparently, my previous medication was no longer working.
It was like my body had built a resistance to it.
Pulling the bottle down, I unscrewed the lid and, tilting the bottle, shook two of the tablets into my palm and then threw them into my mouth. Screwing the lid back on, I put the bottle away and then grabbed the cup, bringing it to my mouth and downing the content, swallowing my tablets with the liquid.
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, the tablets soon took effect and I felt my heartbeat starting to slow back down, the shaking subsiding.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
It wasn’t real.
No. It was just my anxieties. Flashbacks. Or whatever the fuck everyone calls it.
It wasn’t real.
I jumped as a couple loud bangs came to the bathroom door, followed by a yelp and another jump as I felt something wet splash on my trousers and realized that I had dropped my cup on the floor.
Thank the stars that it was just a paper cup and not glass.
“AZALEA!!! ANSWER ME NOW OR I’M COMING IN!!!”
As if, you’re a male, you can’t come into the females bathroom. But somehow I can’t put it past my boss to try to do just that.
“I just had to take a m-minute!” I call back, a tremor in my voice betraying the reasons why.
“Well, minute’s over! We have customers waiting!”
“I-I-what about Sasha? Tom? There are other people here more than capable of-“
There was an exasperated sigh, which promptly coaxed me into recoiling, hands curling up against my chest and instinctively taking a step back.
“Do I need to simplify it for you? There’s more to life than you, everyone has problems. Suck it up and get out here, there’s customers waiting.”
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