"I want every piece of me to crash into every piece of you. I swear to god that’s how they make stars."
It’s precisely three o’clock when fox was escorted to Dr.ingleans office for therapy.Fox is sitting in a small old velvet chair in the small office that looks like it would belong to an old librarian hoarder with an obsession for plants.The office has an old obviously used desk that was a roasted almond colour with a little plant that was only leaves and nothing blossoming, the desk was neat with piles of books and papers. Fox was how ever staring outside the very large window that took up the entire back wall with a large windowsill to go with it all different kinds of plants and flowers covered it with vines twisting little flowers blossoming and yet outside everything seemed dead cold and distant, like fox.
"Fox, although I do enjoy company and the view of plants as mush you seem too, you’ve been silent this whole time, every question I’ve asked you’ve simply blinked or shrugged or tugged or hair, I know you’re scared and possibly confused but that’s why I am here to help you figure out everything that is going on and has gone on, so please Fox tell me.. what are you thinking..?" Dr.Ingleman’s voice is something like you hear from a commercial trying to sell you something but all at the same time there is something brutally honest about it especially her eyes and the way she looks at Fox as if she herself is at a breaking point but her white coat and posture say otherwise.
As Fox hears the echo of Dr.Inglemans last words as she’s staring outside at nothing she shudders and that’s when fox cracks,
Like something fragile in a shell pieces and chips falling off like all of sudden she has forgotten how to breathe tears stream down her face and she wheezes as if breathing in frosted air that is freezing her lungs and her throat she manages one word “Nothing” it falls silent and Fox huffs and wheezes more Dr.Ingleman starts to tell her to slow down but tthe Fox starts screaming “Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!” the tears come faster burning her pale skin her chest feels like it;s about to collapse but she keeps screaming and falls to the ground her fragile knees knock the hardwood her body shaking her shoulders rising and falling furiously her hands on her ears crying and screaming until her throat feels raw her eyes are stinging her head is spinning, until she can no longer scream the room is spinning and once again darkness swallows her and wraps her up and brings her silence.
(tired from work so may not be my best piece, will edit later as well as my last piece just haven’t had time… message me for feedback or ideas or just to say hi) Thank you for your patience.