Agnes checked in with the doctor
Dr. Ammi sighed. “She’s stable for now, but there’s a bit of a snag – Miss Sharon hasn’t been taking
her meds on schedule.”
Agnes‘ brow furrowed Things were a tad worse than she’d anticipated
Stepping into the room, Agnes found Sharon perched on the bed
A grand floor–to–ceiling window faced the bed, offering an expansive view of the rolling river beyond. It
gave the room an airy openness
The floor was carpeted in a plush tapestry that muffled Agnes‘ footsteps as she approached
Sharon seemed oblivious to her entrance, her expression eerily similar to those suffering from
depression Agnes had encountered before
They lived in their own worlds, seemingly untouched by the bustle and life around them. Even amidst
the hustle of the city, their pervasive gloom and solitude clung to them like a phantom
“Miss Sharon,” Agnes called out gently
Sharon turned her head emotionlessly, but at the sight of Agnes, something flickered in her eyes.
“It’s you” she said flatly
“Yeah, it’s me,” Agnes replied, moving to stand beside her.
Sharon looked at Agnes intently, then unexpectedly, a smile broke across her face. “I told Jared I
wanted to see you I can’t believe he actually brought you here”
Agnes started. ‘I’m sorry about the news report. It must have hurt you”
Sharon responded, “Jared explained everything. I know it wasn’t you who released it. I know you won’t
do it to me”
Agnes was taken aback by Sharon’s trust
Sharon, as if seeing through her, continued, “Over the years, Jared would mention you. You’re just as I
imagined Miss Pritchard to be”
Agnes spoke up. “Sharon, may I call you that? I know this is all terrifying, but if you can’t run from it,
you’ve got to face it. No one can hurt you but yourself. Believe that things will get better”
Sharon mused, ‘Do you think we’re being dramatic? Gambling with our lives like it’s some sort of bad
joke – but who are we trying to frighten, exactly? Surely no one cares. Surrounded by luxury, yet we
persistently dwell in self–pity as if we’re the leads in a tragic play”
“No, I don’t think that, Agnes replied “In the movie Titanic, Rose wanted to jump into the ocean and
asked Jack a similar question. There’s this line that stuck with me. She said. “I feel like I’m standing in
a crowded room screaming at the top of my lungs and no one even looks up.” You’re like her. I can
understand that feeling. You’re not being unreasonable, you’re just sick. Your mind is sick.”
Sharon stared at Agnes, tears streaming down her face. No one but her therapist knew the turmoil
inside her. And even then, they just assessed her condition, prescribing an endless array of
medications
She never felt understood. In her world, it seemed no one could comprehend her pain, everything was
cold and dark. She had lost all courage and faith in the future, forcing herself to smile in public. But only
she knew the exhaustion that lurked behind that facade.
About Heartstrings on Fire - Chapter 807
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