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!"

out of the bedroom and soon came back with

I grabbed it, put it into my mouth and swallowed. Then, 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

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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 has lost touch with reality and is beginning to think that life is meaningless

grunted in agreement. His voice sounded

didn't listen to the rest of their conversation; slumber had come to take

the sleeping pill would help me sleep all the way until the next morning. Unexpectedly, I woke up in the wee

lit lamp on the bedside table. I was afraid of the dark, so the lights in the bedroom

knew I would not be able to fall back to sleep. I turned over and accidentally grazed against my wound. I immediately took a deep breath to keep the cries of pain to myself. When Hendrix, who had been sleeping next to