Trigger warning; reminder that this story is only a work of the author's imagination and whatever that takes place here, is not necessarily real, or how it goes in real life.
Fᴇʙʀᴜᴀʀʏ 8, 2024
"It's just a shot, but you're going to start feeling cramps in your stomach, so we're going to dose you up on anesthesia, darling." A pretty Indian female doctor caresses Alexa's arm reassuringly after whipping out a long ass needle.
Her eyes almost crossed seeing the syringe and thus develops the innocent fear of needles.
The doctor puts up an IV of glucose and another of water and turns on the heart monitor, setting up everything. She attaches string after string, chord after chord, so much that Alexa lost track, only registering the patterned beeping of the machine and the pulsing of the pads sticking to her abdomen.
Working silently, the doctor rubs a cream all over her abdomen, beginning an ultrasound to see what's going on inside, before injecting a good dosage of anesthesia into an IV hose. Slowly, but surely, Alexa starts drifting...in and out of consciousness, vision getting blurry. The woman flicks the syringe of whatever chemical it is that's going to be used to terminate her gametes/sex cells. Fright is a small word compared to what Alexa feels before going under.
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Bip-bip-bip—the sound reverberates off the walls of her skull. She's surrounded by darkness and her mentality comes to haunt her. Whispers, it starts as whispers: Anissa's, Sebastian's, Mateo's then Ryan's...
Katya left because she's restless? What about Alexa, who falls victim to voices everytime she's unconscious. They tease her, tell her bad things about herself, blame her for everything, but she knows nothing is her fault, or so she believes. They whisper sweet nothings in her ears, curse words, phrases of rebuke and root up her worst nightmares-
The surgical doctor stares confused at the girl who's breathing slows, her lips twitch ever so slightly.
Every night it's the same thing for Alexa and she stands without a struggle. The whispers have become her friends, her night long lullabies; she sleeps with no trouble. It's fair to ask how, but would you understand if explained? It's quite complicated you see...
Overcome; one word, one goal. Erotic emotions? Overcome. Physical pain? Overcome. Negativity? Overcome. Stay calm, stay healthy. Always stay humble. Slow and steady wins the race, but if you lose anyway, you're not perfect. Accept the loss and restart or move on. Two options: RESTART or MOVE ON. She chooses the restart button over and over again, because she's accepted that her purpose is with Mr. Moskal. This is where she grew as strong as she is right now and she'll try again, repetitively, just to please the man she believes she owes.
Sorry psychology. Your logics do not apply to her mentality. Even though she's strong for all reasons wrong, at least she overcomes for what she believes in.
"Dear, Lord." Doctor Jane gasps as Alexa's heart rate spikes, and a smile lingers on her face, edging into a damned smirk she'll never give when awake.
She moves to stand by the door, not so close to her patient, just in case...just in case what...? Just in case. Her feet are glued by the threshold and her hands clutch at the material of her uniform.
There's a whole ball taking place in the mind of her patient's. Alexa is having a one way dance with her demons.