**All characters are 18 or over. This story contains hallucinatory non-con tentacle sex, and attempted overdose. The author does not advocate taking anything but the recommended dose for any medications, nor does the author advocate for suicide. if you have suicidal thoughts, please seek help.**
Sonia was alone in the examination room. She anxiously rubbed her long sleeves and looked at her own reflection in the mirror in front of her. She was twenty six but still felt like a teenager. She had always thought depression would be something she'd grow out of. That social anxiety was something she'd eventually learn to overcome. But it was still there. There was always was a dull, low, throbbing existential crisis waiting to strike at any moment.
Drugs didn't seem to work. She could hardly get out of bed most days. She had been trying to stay healthy for the past month or so, but even eating well and exercise didn't seem to take away the oppressive hopelessness. She was just destined to be miserable, she supposed. But as a last favor to a friend in her support group she decided to try this. An experimental drug treatment. Her friend had been ecstatic about it. Sonia owed it to her to at least endure one last attempt.
She was dressed in a tight black shirt from the choker on her throat to her wrists. She pressed her hands against the hem of her flannel skirt. Stockings started at where her fingers touched her thighs. Her skin was in want of sunlight and the brightest and most colorful thing about her was a sparkle of blue behind her bangs that marked her eyes. There were dark circles under them, and there was an expression of apathy mixed with silent pain on her face. She just wanted to be done with it all.
When the doctor came in she flinched at if struck. There was nothing too out of the ordinary about him except that he was very attractive, and thus, intimidating. She gulped and recovered as the man sat down in front of her, impeding her gaze of the mirror.
"Hello. I'm Doctor Cliff Sailor." He was strong but gentle with his words. "Ms. Sonia Hollow was it? It is good to meet you." She felt timid and unworthy of such praise. More than anything she was afraid of saying or doing something wrong. "I'm sure you have read the fine print." He continued. She probably should have said something. She felt even more awkward as the man continued, "Here. Twice a day." She looked at his hands. They were weathered but smooth like natural stone. She looked up and saw grey eyes and sharp features.
"Thank you." She muttered, taking the bottle of pills.
"I would like you to take the first dose now. You can take the next one before bed." His smile looked forced. She was making him feel awkward wasn't she. She should probably just take the pill. She gulped and stopped losing herself in her own head. He gave her a glass of water and she swallowed it down.
"Because this is a trail, I would like to ask you some questions when you come back tomorrow. Would that be fine?" She nodded. "Thank you Ms. Hollow. I will see you tomorrow."
She didn't feel anything. She walked home with a slow, uncaring pace. It was a dead end apartment paid for by a dead end job. It was where she spent half her life. The other half was working. She sighed as she locked the door and microwaved a dinner for herself. She should eat something, she supposed.
