Chapter 807 Agnes checked in with the doctor Dr. Ammi sighed. âSheâs stable for now, but thereâs a bit of a snag â Miss Sharon hasnât been taking her meds on schedule.â
Agnesâ brow furrowed Things were a tad worse than sheâd anticipated Stepping into the room, Agnes found Sharon perched on the bed A grand floorâtoâceiling 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 Agnesâ 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 âMiss Sharon,â Agnes called out gently Sharon turned her head emotionlessly, but at the sight of Agnes, something flickered in her eyes.
âItâs youâ she said flatly âYeah, itâs me,â Agnes replied, moving to stand beside her.
Sharon looked at Agnes intently, then unexpectedly, a smile broke across her face. âI told Jared I wanted to see you I canât believe he actually brought you hereâ
Agnes started. âIâm sorry about the news report. It must have hurt youâ
Sharon responded, âJared explained everything. I know it wasnât you who released it. I know you wonât do it to meâ
Agnes was taken aback by Sharonâs trust Sharon, as if seeing through her, continued, âOver the years, Jared would mention you. Youâre just as I imagined Miss Pritchard to beâ
Agnes spoke up. âSharon, may I call you that? I know this is all terrifying, but if you canât run from it, youâve got to face it. No one can hurt you but yourself. Believe that things will get betterâ
Sharon mused, âDo you think weâre being dramatic? Gambling with our lives like itâs some sort of bad joke â but who are we trying to frighten, exactly? Surely no one cares. Surrounded by luxury, yet we persistently dwell in selfâpity as if weâre the leads in a tragic playâ
âNo, I donât think that, Agnes replied âIn the movie Titanic, Rose wanted to jump into the ocean and asked Jack a similar question. Thereâs this line that stuck with me. She said. âI feel like Iâm standing in a crowded room screaming at the top of my lungs and no one even looks up.â Youâre like her. I can understand that feeling. Youâre not being unreasonable, youâre just sick.
Your mind is sick.â
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.