Bella hunched over with her hands on her knees. Deep breaths, she coached herself. She closed her eyes, inhaling and exhaling. Gradually, the drumming in her ears faded and the incessant hum of cicadas surrounded her in the woods. She hoped it would drown out her chaotic thoughts.
She plopped down gracelessly and pressed her hands over her ears. Her head was spinning. The US Embassy, the British Consulate, her Work Visa, immigration forms, her meds, her uninhabited apartment... It was too much. Especially when 'that feeling' was creeping up on her, and she was afraid of where it would lead to. She couldn’t trust herself. Finally catching her breath, she stood to her feet and strode out of the woods. She held her chin up and straightened her posture. She’d walk out of there as though she had it all together. She’d look her family and friends in the eye and tell them that she was fine. Yet by the time she was back in down, she could see random eyes on her. She looked as though she’d been rolling around in the mud. Her hair was frazzled and her eyes a vibrant blue mirroring the endless buzz of unease that ran through her body. Mania. The word echoed in her mind. The shrink had explained it to her. That it was a clinical term. Clinical, right. What she failed to mention was that it was synonymous to lunacy, insanity… derangement. It’s just how she looked. Deranged. She picked up the pace and soon found herself running, sprinting across town. She didn’t feel the throbbing in her legs until she’d come to a full stop inside of a building. A man sat behind the reception desk, his eyes wide with surprise and concern. “Are you alright?” he asked, standing to help her. He reached out to take her arm but Bella stepped away. “I need to see Dr. Brooks.” Her tone was more desperate than she intended. She gnawed her lip, resisting the urge to run out of the psychiatrist’s office. But instead, she stood her ground. “I need her to write another prescription.”
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