One Heart With a Million Voices
Chapter 12.
Comet’s P.O.V.
It’s been a week. A week of feeling trapped like there’s nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. Every day I have been having night terrors and I can’t stop it, no matter what I do I can’t stop it. And the more I have them the more they seem real. Like I’m reliving it again and again. And the medication isn’t working anymore I’m at the doctors right now to see if there’s anything else that I can take to make them stop.
“Comet Johnson” someone broke my train of thought. I looked up from my hands and saw a lady in lilac scrubs with a clip board smile at me. She gestured for me to follow her and I did. She led me down some halls and into a room. I sat down and she closed the door behind her.
“What’s wrong comet.” Doctor Robinson asked sitting down and I did the same. I pushed my aviators further up the bridge of my nose before I spoke.
“I’m having night terrors again.” I said and she nodded.
“Are you taking your medication” she asked.
“Yes but its not working. The night terrors are getting stronger and stronger everyday and I can’t take it anymore and I’m running low on my anti-depressants.”
“Ok well are you on drugs of any kind.”
“No I’m not”
“Are you drinking?”
“No I’m not drinking.” I said propping my elbow onto my thigh, resting my chin on the palm of my hand.
“Comet dear you can take off your glasses I know you have Heterochromia.” She says slightly nodding her head. I sigh and remove the small pieces of plastic that are shielding my eyes.
“Ok well the anti-depressants I can fix but I don’t think I can do anything about the night terrors.” she looked almost sorry.
“What do you mean you can’t do anything about my night terrors? There must be something for me to take.” I said springing up from my seat furious that I possibly would never sleep again and that she can’t do crap about it.
“Well the medication was working before I don’t know why it’s not functioning correctly now.” She said pressing her hands together in front of her. I sighed and forced myself to sit down; I tapped my foot impatiently as doctor Robinson looked deep in thought.
“Can you explain how the night terrors have gotten stronger please?”
“Well I can’t wake up sometimes, and they go on a bit longer than the last and I’m not able to wake up. I usually control it and I almost always wake up before they actually harm me but now I can’t I go through the whole god damn thing and I can’t freaking wake up from it and sometimes I’m scared to even sleep.” By this time I’m standing again my fists balled up at my sides and I’m pacing back and forth.
“comet you’re very anti-social and push everyone away if you opened up just a tiny bit this problem would go away.” She reached for my hand but I jerked it away. “And you haven’t had any physical contact whatsoever. When was the last time you hugged someone.”
“I’ve never been give a hug.” I mumble
“Ok when was the last time someone held or even touched your hand.”
“A couple of years.” I said
“Let someone in comet I’m not telling you to spill all of you deepest darkest secrets to that person but at least try to be friends with someone.” She said
“Easier said than done doc.” I said under my breath before she handed me my prescribed meds. As I was reading it I noticed something wasn’t right. I re-read it and I saw the she had prescribed me medication for the night terrors as well as for a refill on my anti-depressants.
Harry’s P.O.V.
“Where the hell is she? She was supposed to be here half an hour ago we’re going to miss our flight.” Louis paced back n forth on the airport tile leaving scuff marks on the granite floor.
“There she is.” Niall exclaimed pointing the girl in dark ray-bans coming this way. Yep that’s her.
“Sorry I’m late. Traffic.” She shrugged and sat down five chairs away from Liam.
Not long after a lady on the over head speaker called over flight to Australia. We grabbed our stuff and boarded the plane.
But we had a run in with the airport security they wanted to search Comet and she wouldn’t take off her glasses so they couldn’t tell if it was really her in her passport. So that delayed us for about an hour or two since she kept cussing out at anyone wanting to get within a two foot radius. But to be honest it was very entertaining to watch. Her cheeks would get red with anger, her jaw was clenched and her fists balled at her sides. And you could tell she wanted to punch someone but I would’ve too so I don’t blame her.
“Damn I hate airports” comet mumbles behind me to which I quietly laughed to myself. Aw she’s so cute. What no harry no she isn’t. Don’t think that no she’s not and you don’t think that at all.
It’s been a week. A week of feeling trapped like there’s nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. Every day I have been having night terrors and I can’t stop it, no matter what I do I can’t stop it. And the more I have them the more they seem real. Like I’m reliving it again and again. And the medication isn’t working anymore I’m at the doctors right now to see if there’s anything else that I can take to make them stop.
“Comet Johnson” someone broke my train of thought. I looked up from my hands and saw a lady in lilac scrubs with a clip board smile at me. She gestured for me to follow her and I did. She led me down some halls and into a room. I sat down and she closed the door behind her.
“What’s wrong comet.” Doctor Robinson asked sitting down and I did the same. I pushed my aviators further up the bridge of my nose before I spoke.
“I’m having night terrors again.” I said and she nodded.
“Are you taking your medication” she asked.
“Yes but its not working. The night terrors are getting stronger and stronger everyday and I can’t take it anymore and I’m running low on my anti-depressants.”
“Ok well are you on drugs of any kind.”
“No I’m not”
“Are you drinking?”
“No I’m not drinking.” I said propping my elbow onto my thigh, resting my chin on the palm of my hand.
“Comet dear you can take off your glasses I know you have Heterochromia.” She says slightly nodding her head. I sigh and remove the small pieces of plastic that are shielding my eyes.
“Ok well the anti-depressants I can fix but I don’t think I can do anything about the night terrors.” she looked almost sorry.
“What do you mean you can’t do anything about my night terrors? There must be something for me to take.” I said springing up from my seat furious that I possibly would never sleep again and that she can’t do crap about it.
“Well the medication was working before I don’t know why it’s not functioning correctly now.” She said pressing her hands together in front of her. I sighed and forced myself to sit down; I tapped my foot impatiently as doctor Robinson looked deep in thought.
“Can you explain how the night terrors have gotten stronger please?”
“Well I can’t wake up sometimes, and they go on a bit longer than the last and I’m not able to wake up. I usually control it and I almost always wake up before they actually harm me but now I can’t I go through the whole god damn thing and I can’t freaking wake up from it and sometimes I’m scared to even sleep.” By this time I’m standing again my fists balled up at my sides and I’m pacing back and forth.
“comet you’re very anti-social and push everyone away if you opened up just a tiny bit this problem would go away.” She reached for my hand but I jerked it away. “And you haven’t had any physical contact whatsoever. When was the last time you hugged someone.”
“I’ve never been give a hug.” I mumble
“Ok when was the last time someone held or even touched your hand.”
“A couple of years.” I said
“Let someone in comet I’m not telling you to spill all of you deepest darkest secrets to that person but at least try to be friends with someone.” She said
“Easier said than done doc.” I said under my breath before she handed me my prescribed meds. As I was reading it I noticed something wasn’t right. I re-read it and I saw the she had prescribed me medication for the night terrors as well as for a refill on my anti-depressants.
Harry’s P.O.V.
“Where the hell is she? She was supposed to be here half an hour ago we’re going to miss our flight.” Louis paced back n forth on the airport tile leaving scuff marks on the granite floor.
“There she is.” Niall exclaimed pointing the girl in dark ray-bans coming this way. Yep that’s her.
“Sorry I’m late. Traffic.” She shrugged and sat down five chairs away from Liam.
Not long after a lady on the over head speaker called over flight to Australia. We grabbed our stuff and boarded the plane.
But we had a run in with the airport security they wanted to search Comet and she wouldn’t take off her glasses so they couldn’t tell if it was really her in her passport. So that delayed us for about an hour or two since she kept cussing out at anyone wanting to get within a two foot radius. But to be honest it was very entertaining to watch. Her cheeks would get red with anger, her jaw was clenched and her fists balled at her sides. And you could tell she wanted to punch someone but I would’ve too so I don’t blame her.
“Damn I hate airports” comet mumbles behind me to which I quietly laughed to myself. Aw she’s so cute. What no harry no she isn’t. Don’t think that no she’s not and you don’t think that at all.
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