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Audrey McFallen

"Even the sweetest dreams wake me in a cold sweat."

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a character in “St. Dymphna's Home for the Insane”, originally authored by supertoastgirl, as played by RolePlayGateway

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“The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.”





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Gender: Female

Age: Twenty-Four

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Occupation: Painter, art student

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Nationality: American

Years Spent at St. Dymphna's: Two

Mental Disorder(s): Audrey has very intensive insomnia which results in her delusions, bordering eating disorder, and anxiety.

Room Number: TBD




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Height: 5’4

Weight: 106

Build: Slender, fails to keep her curves

Hair Color: Charcoal black

Eye Color: Deep brown

Scars?: A collection of light short scars trace her inner thigh from self harm, along with a couple of burn marks on her wrists from cigarettes.

Written Appearance Description: This young lady could have been a picture in a magazine. She was born beautiful but has grown into a pitiful creature. Her strong jaw line contrasts perfectly with her large dark eyes. The depth of her brown irises often times disturbs those who look too long. Bags surround her eyes making them look even more consuming. This darkness is shocking compared to her pearly pale skin. Despite her lips, which curl in a delightful blush colored line, she looks sickly and strange.

Clothing Preference: Audrey prefers to lounge in loose clothes, mostly the clothing that the hospital provides, but also loves to dress herself up for a special occasion.




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Skills: Audrey was always a skilled artist, ever since she could pick up a pencil. She is particularly talented in drawing and painting, and even went to school for a short while to pursue it. Though she is always tired she manages to be able to function fairly well, she has both good and bad days. Her background attributes for her wonderful social skills. Despite her introverted personality and piss off attitude she is very good with her tongue.

Quirks: Audrey always has paint on her. Her hair is always a mess, it doesn’t matter the products you put in it. She loves to sing and hum and is often caught off guard when doing so. The girl doesn’t know how to swim, and is extremely fearful of water because of it

Likes: Painting and expressing herself. Sketching. People who are willing to model for her. Nudity. Classical music. Dressy events. Being barefoot. Sleep

Dislikes: Medication. The system. Her family. Nightmares. Water. Adults who have no sense of adventure

Fears: Water and drowning. Suffocating to death. Never leaving St. Dymphna’s. Dying alone. Night terrors


Written Personality Description: Miss McFallen was always a diamond. The kind of girl that ruined men just for fun. She was confident, bright and a deadly combination of class and education. Audrey could have done anything she wanted, but fell off the deep end when she went to school for art. After a series of exposure and terror she is now resigned into a very introverted, childish woman. She seeks not to impress others but to gain confidence back in herself. She is conscious of every word spoken to her and will trail into fits about her outward appearance, thinking that she is not beautiful enough. Without sleep she is often times a deluted version of herself, sluggish and grouchy. But beyond the beast that does not sleep there is a beauty that finds life in everything she sees. After all, she is an artist.




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Love Interests: Jasper Bligh. She admires the way he has forgotten.

Brief History: Audrey was born to goodly parents, an irishman and a beauty from Spain, both immigrants to America. They lived in California in a shabby house under the bridge. They were poor, but not disgustingly so. They were still able to provide for only child, and that’s all that mattered to them. Their daughter was spirited one, always getting into trouble as a tot and staying out till midnight when she was teenager. Their rules and regulations were not strict, they wanted her to be happy, that was all.

Her mild childhood held no horrors of obscurities. She was promising artist, and had already sold a couple of painting on the street corner. After high school is when she became obsessed with her work, and obsessed with one man. She was going to school out of state on a full ride scholarship. Everything was perfect, in a way that was almost surreal, until she met Danny Brown. He was one of the assistant professors and willing nude models for her painting class, and Audrey swore that she was in love with him. These feelings did not go unnoticed though. After only a couple of weeks Danny began to pursue her. He was her perfect man, handsome, intelligent, skillful, talented, and funny. There was nothing more she wanted. Their love burst into passion as they continued to see each other, and soon Audrey was all consumed by him. They were more than a simple couple dating, they were a complex arrangement of lust, gentleness and understanding. She was his muse, and he was hers.

Months later he proposed to her and she hastily accepted. She was only nineteen, but she felt there was no better time to marry the man she loved. Tragedy tore apart the picture perfect world that Audrey had created though. Just the day before their wedding, Danny was out that night to buy his bowtie, which he has stubbornly forgotten about. With his new tie in tact and crossing the street he was hit by a car and dragged. He was dragged for an entire city block by this reckless driver and was dead before anyone even found him.

The news shattered Audrey’s heart, and thoughts of never becoming a bride fluttered in her head for months. The grieving was intense, and it was then that she devoted all her energy into her work. She became obsessed with it, in a way that was unappealing to the public, and she spent countless days without even speaking. Most thought it was all part of the process of losing Danny, but things only escalated. Night terrors woke her many times a night, and her dreams became more and more disturbing. Only a couple days into her wild evening fits she tried not to sleep, for the dreams frightened her so much. And after that it was all history. The lack of sleep and over analysed thoughts brought on a morphed perspective of herself and those around her. Her parents sent her to St. Dymphna’s soon after they discovered her self harm.

So begins...

Audrey McFallen's Story

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It happened again. If Audrey wasn’t awake then she was dreaming. Imagining such vivid fantasies that they seemed, no, they felt real. For the first time in weeks Audrey had fallen asleep without the help of drowsy medications and stomach cramps. Somehow, by sheer miracle really, she had drifted off into her own world of recovery. There was a problem though, it happened again.

Most recently, her recurring dream has been the sweet touch of her beloved Danny and an all too happy ending where he comes back for her. That somehow, his death was all a lie and he is now coming back to whisk her back to happiness and to love and a lifetime of it. This dream, although innocent enough, is one of the most disturbing to her. Yes, she has dreamt over and over again the bloody mess of her fiance's body across the city streets, but somehow this childlike dream makes her on edge for days.

She woke up in a panic; disillusioned and confused. Both the reality of her dream and of her life were mixing up. No. Danny was dead. She would never leave. Her brown eyes trailed across the mockingly plain walls of her room. There was no color here, no imagination. Deep in her stomach she felt the pain of loneliness that she first felt when Danny died. The urge to sob, even four years later, was overwhelming. She held herself together though. For the sake of her roommate and for the her own sake. There was no need for another therapy or special cure just because of a couple of tears. Audrey had learned that quick; the less you give in the less you are tortured.

So swiftly she rose from her bed. A head rush sent her into a dizzied way of walking and she had to sturdy herself at the door before leaving. It was breakfast, but Audrey was still so uptight that her appetite had vanished. It would take her a good hour to even finish her toast. A lazy hand ran through her dark hair as she made her way to the cafeteria. She was dressed in the clothes she had slept in, which in reality were the clothes she normally wore. Audrey had on a loose grey sweater and a pair a nicely fitted blue jeans and an old pair of red keds she had been wearing the first day she was admitted. As she continued toward the social highlight if the morning a feeling of panic rushed over her. A hot flash of worry and doubt clouded her brain from normality. Audrey was one of the last people that wanted the attention. She was normal. She knew she was normal, aside from the long nights and dreadful mornings.

Before entering the cafeteria she took in a deep breath. A relaxing long breath that would help her get through breakfast. Then she would free from worry until the next meal. She needed constantly to remind herself that her friends were in there. That yes, she had friends and that they cared for her as much as she cared for them. What a strange concept this was, especially in an insane asylum.

Audrey was able to get through the line quickly, but she was not able to escape the two nurses that they tacked to her. It was a precaution; a way to make sure that she was eating. They couldn't be letting any of their patients die on them, could they? With mild annoyance Audrey went to sit with Jasper, who she wholeheartly admired. There was just something about him. Her deep eyes looked him over before creating him with a tired "Morning, Jaspy."

Her potential conversation was cut short though when Anette came over. She truly was a strange girl, split into four others. Audrey dropped her gaze to her food as Anette rubbed herself against him. Eggs and toast, toast and eggs. She needed some way to distract herself. The nurses stood behind her on either side, watching like hawks, waiting for some excuse to shove a tube down her throat. She had to eat. Needed to eat. Otherwise she would be gagging her food down by noon.

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Character Portrait: Atha Jane Nielsen Character Portrait: Raymond Smith Character Portrait: Jasper Bligh Character Portrait: Annette Santoni Character Portrait: Msgr. Nathaniel Clancy Character Portrait: Frances Turner Character Portrait: Audrey McFallen
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Frances Turner had woken up that morning in a relatively bubbly mood, which was saying something for the usually rough and tough young woman. Stretching her arms over her head, she looked around and noticed almost instantly that her roommate wasn't there. Pity, it was always fun to begin the day flirting with a heterosexual especially when their personality was always variable. "Like a nice big game of Russian Roulette," she remarked aloud, slowly standing up.

As she stretched again, she realized her shirt and pants clung awkwardly to her form...perhaps she should go shower before breakfast? Stepping out into the hall, Frankie hummed lightly under her breath to some random little tune she'd made up. But, as she entered the bathroom and began to strip down, a Beatles song came to her. "Listen...do you want to know a secret?" she sang softly in her light, soprano voice that contrasted her personality greatly. The song she sang, one from the Beatles in '64, held memories for her. It had come out before she'd been locked up here and played on so many stations that she'd even convinced the band to cover the song. How many times had she gotten a man or a woman to sleep with her just by singing the tune softly near them. "Do you promise not to tell? Whoa oh, oh..." By then, she was standing under the warm water of the shower. At least that was one of the benefits of the asylum; there was warm water in the showers even if the food tasted horrible.

She let the water run along her body slowly as she lathered with soap, still singing the tune gently. By the time she was cleaned completely, she'd run through both that song and a few more original songs her band had played back when she was "sane" enough to be in public. Once cleaned, Fran ran a towel slowly along her body, trying to make the action appear as sensual as possible, should someone walk into the bathroom. However, she was still along when she started to dress in a pair of pants and a shirt. The staff had finally caved last year and allowed her the pants and shirt when she refused to function at all in a dress or skirt. Rolling up the sleeves of the shirt to her shoulders, Frankie walked out of the bathroom and down toward the mess hall. As she entered, she took a mental catalog of everything going on.

Three figures were at a table themselves; Jasper, Audrey, and Frankie's dear roomie, Annette. She wondered briefly who Annette was today yet, she easily figured out it must have been the sexual one when the girl pressed up against Jasper. Then, there was the shy girl who Frankie had flirted with once to no avail, and a new male. Tall, tanned, and muscular, he was certainly quite attractive, even if she "batted for the other team", or whatever that damned idiom was. And, of course, at the head of the staff table sat the Monsignor himself, eating alone. As she walked past the staff table, she purposefully coughed so he would look up briefly. As he did so, she winked at him simply to annoy him, and let out a laugh as the priest's jaw clenched subtly.

Making her way to the food, she let the nuns serve her and then walked off with her plate toward a table by herself. Normally, she'd have gone to sit with one of the groups of patients, but they all seemed so into their current conversations that she didn't feel like intruding.

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Claudia listened as he roommate woke in confusion, or panic. She wasn’t quite sure but it was a common occurrence which Claudia had grown use to. Claude remained silent as Audrey made her way from their shared room and debated on whether or not she would be able to make herself get up and go eat something. It seemed to take so much effort to do anything, bathe, eat, talk or play cards and all she wanted to do was lay there quietly and try to slip back into a dreamless sleep.

Currently Claude was in the throes of depression and had been for the last month and a half, she never wanted to eat and she felt horribly tired at all times. Then there was the fact that she had to make an effort to speak to her doctors and do her best not to be punished for non-participation. One thing that the thin blonde girl was sure of was that she’d rather do anything else than have to be forced into another ice bath.

With that thought she rose from bed and slowly pulled on her plain dress, topping it with her long grey cardigan sweater which held her cigarettes. Running a pale, spidery hand through her messy hair she shambled into her shoes and slowly made her way to the common room. There was no way she could face eggs or oatmeal today instead she chose nicotine. Wandering into the room full of stale air and empty of the other residents Claudia pulled out a cigarette and patiently asked an orderly to light it for her.

Inhaling deeply she nodded to the man and wandered over to the radio, it was her lucky day to be the first one which meant she got to pick the music for the day. Of course her taste in classical music didn’t go over so well with most of the patients who preferred rock and roll, something they could dance to they said. Not something to make them sad and think, but Claude loved classical music. Especially any piece involving the piano. If she had one wish for this place it was for it to acquire a piano. Of course some homicidal or suicidal patient would probably steal the piano wire and go on a rampage so instead she made due with the radio.

After finding the station she was looking for she smiled angelically at the sounds of Clair De Lune. It was simple and beautiful and one of the first things she’d ever learned. Backing away from the radio she took a seat at one of the empty tables, keeping her cigarette firmly between her lips she pretended that she was playing along. Her hands spreading across the table in front of her tapping the stained wood as if it were ebony and ivory, enjoying her solitude before the rest of the patients started filtering in.

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Character Portrait: Jasper Bligh Character Portrait: Annette Santoni Character Portrait: Audrey McFallen Character Portrait: Alistair Wilson
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Bored with being ignored by Jasper, Gesenia leaned back and looked over at Audrey and raised a brow, a slight smirk on her lips.

"Let me guess ... You want to get a little bit of this hunky specimen, don't you?" she teased, her dark eyes glinting with what seemed to be a mixture of jealousy, malice, and joking. "Ah, that's right, you wouldn't have the guts to. Such a shame ... What with that pretty face going to waste and all," she clucked her tongue, shaking her head. With a sly smile, she rose, casting a wink at the two. "Well, I'm going to go ahead and get some food. So ... I'll talk to you both later," she said with a cheerful wave. She turned and, with a slight skip in her first step, she started for the lunch line.


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"Alistair! Alistair!"

Sarah bounded over to the man, her blonde pigtails bouncing on her shoulders. As soon as she reached him, she threw her arms around his neck and nearly tackled the poor man to the floor. She had a bright, happy glow in her eyes as she moved and dropped onto his lap, giggling.

"I got a new necklace. See it? It's a butterfly! My mom and dad sent it to me!" she exclaimed, lifting the purple butterfly charm that rest between her breasts. She held it up near his nose. "See? See? Isn't it pretty?" she breathed, attempting to look down at it herself. When she realized that her neck just wasn't designed like that, she burst into more giggles and kicked her legs, her mouth an open 'O', as if she had just thought of something.

"Hey! Hey! Can Danny come out to play? I was hoping he could all day, but a little while is also okay," she said, poking his chest. Her eyes widened and burst out into even more laughter. "I just rhymed, right? I just rhymed! I'm so silly! But can Danny play? I wanted to show him the dolly that one of the nice nurses gave me. She's really pretty! The doll, I mean. The nurse was all old and wrinkly," she said, scrunching up her nose as if she had tasted something bad. "But I wanna eat first! I'll get something yummy for Danny, promise!"

With that, the energetic little girl hopped up and darted to the line. On her way through, she bounced up and down where she stood, and several of the nurses laughed at her endless energy. One of them sneaked her two cookies that were supposed to be served during lunch, and she skipped off with a cheerful 'Thank you!' to the woman. By the time she reached Alistair's table, she was more than excited to play with her best friend.

"Say, are you Danny yet?" she asked, leaning in close to see if he was. "'Cause if not, I have a cookie, but it's only for Danny!" she insisted.

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Character Portrait: Jasper Bligh Character Portrait: Dr. Oliver Thredson Character Portrait: Annette Santoni Character Portrait: Abigail Maevan Character Portrait: Msgr. Nathaniel Clancy Character Portrait: Frances Turner Character Portrait: Audrey McFallen
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His habit of waking before the birds to come pray and then eat was certainly the reason Nathaniel usually spent his mornings alone until an orderly came to talk to him or a stack of bills were tossed on to his desk. The bills...dear God, the bills! How exactly was he expected to pay them when the state usually sent nothing more than what was needed for supplies and food for the patients? Did they just conveniently ignore the fact that you needed electricity and running water to run a successful institution? He pressed the edge of his fork against the eggs on his plate, cutting through them as he continued to think.

"There is not point worrying about it...nor is there any point in complaining," he thought aloud. "'The tendency to whining and complaining may be taken as the surest sign symptom of little souls and inferior intellects...'" He muttered the quote to himself under his breath before he chewed slowly and thoughtfully on a bite of food. He sighed and placed his napkin to his lips as his light hazel eyes scanned the room slowly. Jasper, Audrey, and Annette sat at one table with the last of the three, Annette, pressed against Jasper as she spoke. Nathan's gaze hardened slightly. He knew the poor girl couldn't help it, of course, but he still couldn't help but anger at the licentious ways of these patients. He shook his head slowly. If one of his superiors showed up, they might think he was running a whore-house!

By the time he'd looked up, Annette had moved away from the two figures and taken to Alistair, the other patient with more than one self. He watched the interaction closely. Sure, he wasn't a psychologist-- that was Thredson's job-- but he still was intrigued by the interactions of the patients. This time, as she spoke to the man, her actions were light and cheerful, like a child might be in a school yard. "Fascinating..." he remarked. "So very fascinating..." Someone coughed to one side of him and he looked up quickly to see Frances walking by, winking at him.

Jaw clenching instinctively, Nate gripped his fork tighter. Not only was this woman just as licentious as one of Annette's personalities, she was interested in woman. It disgusted him. Such things weren't natural. They were illusions of the mind, the spawn of the Devil. They must be, of course, for the Bible had said so. "If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination; they shall surely be put to death; their blood is upon them." Leviticus 20:13. Of course, given the standards of today, the law prohibited a homosexual being put to death. So, instead, she would be locked up here for God knew how long.

By then, he'd finished his breakfast and stood with his plate and utensils in hand. The Monsignor flattened his pressed trousers with one hand and, clutching the plate, started toward the window that led to the kitchen. As he walked, he noticed Abigail to one side and stopped, smiling quickly at her.

"Breakfast was quite wonderful," he said, setting the plate down for a staff member to come and take it back for cleaning. "How are you this morning, Sister Abigail?" He watched closely as she continued serving food. "Have you eaten yet?" His voice seemed ever so slightly concerned, worried for her welfare. Of course, the patients needed to eat but, with her as his colleague and his locum tenens, he certainly wanted to make sure she had her needs met as well as the needs of those under her care.

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“Annette, multiple personalities, unpredictable,” Jasper murmured to himself. His voice was middle pitched and lightly touched with a southern Irish accent that managed to sneak into his speech, even after two generations of family born in America before him. He examined the thin scrawl that now covered his left palm and fingers, scanning for places that would be hard to read later. On this day his writing wasn't bad, but it wasn't great either. Satisfied with the result, he put the cylindrical black pen back into his pocket and stood, glancing at his sleeping room-mate before deciding to make his way down to the mess hall for breakfast.

Upon arrival he noticed the amount of people here before him. He sighed, knowing that all of the best eggs would be gone, already scarfed down by some other orderly. Tomorrow he would have to come down sooner. He got into the line for breakfast, inhaling the pleasant odours of the food as he did. A few conversations buzzed quietly in the background, but the distance and acoustics of the room were too terrible for him to make out what anyone was saying. After receiving his meager excuse for a meal of toast and eggs, he scanned the room for an unoccupied seat. Eventually deciding upon the empty table in the south eastern corner of the room, he strode towards it and sat down.

A few minutes later, after he had partially finished his breakfast, a girl with impossibly deep brown eyes approached and sat down beside him. A bit of flowery perfume wafted towards him, caressing his nostrils with the gentle scent. He examined this girl and noted the tired look on her face, the bags beneath her eyes were nearly the size of saucers. Jasper glanced at his hand and matched her physical description with a name, Audrey.

“Morning, Jaspy,” she yawned. Her smile was welcoming and he could not help but admire her perseverance in this padded prison. He placed his fork down.

Almost immediately after doing so, a girl with rich brown hair and an unmistakeable scar entered, it was Annette. Jasper tilted his chin down, focusing his eyes upon his food. Hopefully she wouldn't approach him, it was too early in the morning to deal with someone who took so much energy out of him. He glanced up, recognizing the smirk she held today as one that could only belong to the girl inside her he hated most, the seductive one. Much to his dismay, she advanced towards him. He directed his focus back down and contemplated his next action. Sitting with her in one of her good personalities was awkward enough, when she was in this mood she was almost completely unmanageable. Jasper made eye contact with Audrey and motioned for her to ignore Annette.

“Hello, Jasper,” Annette murmured as she slid in the seat beside him. Jasper kept his eyes glued to his eggs, hoping that ignoring her would be enough to make her leave. Soft skin grazed against him as her arms encircled his, pulling him towards her. New skin graced his arm, surrounding it, glancing up he discovered it was her chest. She’s really determined today, he thought. He could feel the eyes of others around him boring into his skull, waiting for his reaction.

"I was cooped up all day in my room and had absolutely no fun at all, can you make my day better for me?" Her voice was now seductive. If she had been anyone else, he would have given in immediately and talked to her, but this was Annette and he would do no such thing.

"Let me guess ... You want to get a little bit of this hunky specimen, don't you?" Annette teased. "Ah, that's right, you wouldn't have the guts to. Such a shame ... What with that pretty face going to waste and all," she clucked her tongue, shaking her head. With a sly smile, she rose, casting a wink at the two. "Well, I'm going to go ahead and get some food. So ... I'll talk to you both later," and with that she skipped away. Jasper sighed in relief, she was finally gone. He lifted his head back to its normal position and re-examined Audrey. Her eyes seemed distant. He placed his index finger and thumb on her chin and tilted it towards him.

“Hey, don’t let her get to you, alright?” he spoke reassuringly.

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"Let me guess ... You want to get a little bit of this hunky specimen, don't you?"

At first Audrey didn’t know that Annette was addressing her. The young insomniac had gotten so good at ignoring the goons in this insane asylum that her mind was almost completely blank. It wasn’t Annette’s fault that she was so deranged, there was just something wrong with her brain. Audrey had to constantly remind herself of that, especially since Annette was one of the few people that she genuinely disliked. The girl herself wasn’t so bad, it was her other personalities, and Audrey just didn’t have the patience or energy to deal with her.

Oh, she tried to hard to ignore everything that Annette’s other self was doing. When the personalities weren’t speaking directly to Audrey she could manage herself well. It was when Annette started attacking her directly that things got bad.

Don’t get me wrong, Audrey would never hurt anyone, not now at least. But there was definitely a spark of hatred in her, pent up and easily ignited. Audrey just knew better. She knew that if she were to get angry or in a fight with the fellow patients, that would just add another flaw to her extended list. Yes, there was physical reactions to her anger, but it was never anything major enough for the nurses to pick up on.

Slowly, her dark eyes looked up from her untouched food and starred, almost apathetically into the careless eyes of Annette. Did she really just say that? Audrey was just about to roll her eyes and return to stomaching the usual breakfast when Annette spoke again. "Ah, that's right, you wouldn't have the guts to. Such a shame ... What with that pretty face going to waste and all,", Audrey’s face crinkled in reaction, annoyed by the childish comment thrust at her. The grip on her fork tightened as a wave of anger flooded over her. Ignore her. Ignoring was the best thing she could do.

She wanted so badly to come back with a snappy jab, or an unexpected action, but she was too caught up. Maybe Annette had been right, she didn’t have the guts. Her anger subsided but her usual hollow place was now filling with anxiety. Her eyes glossed over as her brain worked at incredible speeds; worrying, nitpicking, analyzing, tearing, and destroying. And before she knew it, she was paralyzed by her own thoughts and Annette was gone. Off to disturb another patient’s morning.

It took Jasper physically touching her to snap Audrey out of it. His forefinger and his thumb were gently, and reassuringly tilting her head up toward him. Her eyes blinked furiously for a moment as she refocused herself and rediscovered her surroundings. Her heart was beating so quickly from the adrenaline of anxiety that she was woozy. When he spoke she let out a soft burst of air; she had been holding her breath for most of the conversation with Annette. It was nervous habit, a part of her anxious personality.

“I- “ Audrey wasn’t sure what to say at first. These days it seemed like most anything anyone said got to her. She figured it had to do with the lack of sleep. She blamed everything on that. “I can handle myself. Though I’m sure if I need your help I’ll holler.” She said, though she tried to be smooth with her words they were somewhat piled and uneven. She sounds much less grateful for his presence than she was. Perhaps she would never get her charm back.

“But thank you,” She started, trying to make things right, “really.” She lowed his hand from her chin and patted it a couple of times before glancing down at her food. It was getting cold, but her appetite was far from normal this morning. How was she supposed to eat this? Audrey sighed before looking back up at Jasper. She wasn’t even sure if he really remembered her.