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PALE BLUE TILES reflected of the fluorescent lighting, changing the small space into a white light, blinding to those such as her, who have only woken moments ago
Her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks, her squinted eyes glaring down at the small bottle topped item in her hand
Her forehead creased Intensely, knitted brows and focused stare, all her concentration went into freeing a single pill from within the tiny capsule
She tried to swallow it, the nerves. The itch of frustration that always blinded her advances, the deep rooted feeling of uselessness, she desperately tried to keep them in, layer them out so the release would not be as catastrophic, she tried to push them beneath her thickened skin, run it along from her finger tips to her toes
All while trying to stay focused on the bottle cap
The stress began to deteriorate her determination, the struggle of doing something so simple always left her feeling pathetic, each and every time.
Her hands were shaking violently, the cold veined wrists trembling unwillingly, it was always like they had a mind of their own, many times she questioned if these hands belonged to a stranger who desperately tried to regain their touch
Threw desperate minutes, she finally managed to handle a firm grip upon the cap, her shaking never ceasing as the pills within the bottle began to loudly rattle against their case
She took a slow breath, closing her fluttering eyes for a moment, keeping the firm grip for as long as she could, basking in at least one small victory
She began to twist, but her trembling made it hard to keep her strength with the movement.
She tried again, but her hands have become unfamiliar, numbing from the constant battle, she would ask her mother is her hands were truly her own, they felt useless to her, like her hands had been removed and replaced by an old man's forgotten ones
Tears slowly began to raise beneath her water line, her face contoured into a look of annoyance and sadness.
Desperately she gripped upon the bottle, the delicate skin peeling slightly from twisting so violently.
