My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

When Minnie came up and heard the noise, she said, "I have the pills. Arianna, don't worry, I'll go get them!"

Hendrix pulled a long face and raised his eyebrows as a sign for Minnie to stop what she was doing. "She will only become dependent on it. You..." "Hendrix, shut up!" I was going crazy. I looked at Minnie pleadingly, "Minnie, get me my medicine!"

Minnie looked at Hendrix, waiting for his approval.

I started getting crankier. I raised my voice as I said, "Hendrix, since you're so controlling, why did you bring me back? Are you happy seeing me suffer?"

Hendrix frowned and held me in his arms to comfort me. "I'm not trying to control you. It's just not healthy to take too many sleeping pills. You'll get addicted to them!"

"Shut up!" I yelled, "If you won't let me sleep, send me to Irvin's then. Don't torture me here."

"Arianna!" He was so furious that his eyes turned red. Seeing how stubborn and emotionally unstable I was, he turned to Minnie and said, "Get the pills!"

of the bedroom and soon came back with the sleeping

I pushed Hendrix out of the way and went back to bed. Hendrix seemed to have realized that something was wrong with me. When he saw that I was lying in bed, he looked at Minnie and whispered, "Call Josiah and ask him to come over." Minnie nodded her head

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under the medicinal influence would still be able

arrived, I immediately sense that he was nearby. I could hear his

the medicine's doing because no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't will my

the conversation between them, and it sounded like Josiah was

that she isn't left alone because she might hurt herself. The mental and physical damage she suffered while in Jarold Cirt might push her to impulsively self-harm. It's actually good that she lashed out at you today; at least she was still willing to vent her frustration at you. When she starts appearing emotionally numb, it might mean that she

in agreement. His voice sounded

rest of their conversation; slumber had come to take

the way until the next morning. Unexpectedly, I woke

table. I was afraid of the dark, so the lights in the bedroom had

over and accidentally grazed against my wound. I immediately took a deep breath to keep the