HYBRISTOPHILIA

Chapter 3 - MEDICATION

Celeste's POV:
I sighed as I looked at my tired reflection in the mirror.

Another fucking day...

I got the little orange tube out of my bag, and poured out the little green and yellow pill.

God I hate these... they're making me fat.

I put it in my mouth, put the tap on, then got some water to take it with.

When I stood back up and turned around to leave the bathroom, I jumped as I saw Asher stood at the door frame.

"You didn't tell me you were on medication." he stated then walked over to me.

I rolled my eyes as he took the tube out of my hand and had a look at it, then frowned once he read it.

"Of course they've got you on Prozac..." he muttered, then looked up at me. "How long have you been taking it?"

"A few weeks now... why, is it bad?"

He would know... he's probably tried every pill in existence

"Yeah. I bet you feel like shit, right?"

I nodded slowly as I furrowed my brows.

Could he really tell?

"Hmm... well I'm going out for a few hours so I'll be back later. Don't do anything stupid."

Where is he going?

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at him in suspicion

"Where are you going? Can I come?"

"No." He said instantly, then turned around and left me.

Oh... well fuck him!

I may as well get wasted...

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Ashers POV:
"Good morning, Asher." Dr. Malone said as I sat on the couch opposite her chair.

"Hey..."

"How have things been? I haven't seen you since our first session."

I sighed as I looked down to my hands to think about it.

"My wife came home a couple of days ago..."

"Your wife that was institutionalised?" She questioned as she wrote something down on her little notebook.

I looked up at her blankly because of her stupid question.

"No, my other fucking wife who took a trip to the Bahamas."

She continued writing, ignoring my outburst and I began to bounce my leg up and down.

"You don't look like you wanna be here, Asher, and you didn't say a lot in our last session, so why are you here again?"