What’s going on. What is up with Carmen?

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‘What’s wrong with me! What’s really wrong with me?’ Carmen screamed in her head.

Depression.

That’s what. Carmen suddenly realized that she had fallen into the routines of depression. That’s what it is isn’t it? Self-pity, irrational thinking, feelings of abandonment, self-loathing, and the notions of giving up in life. Yes. That’s what it is. And Carmen hated it that way. She was a strong woman, she never felt as depress as she did these couple of days. But it was time to do something about it.

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And so here she was, standing in the kitchen, bracing herself for another showdown with Carmen. She tried to think of a way that would effortlessly and painlessly get her unhappy girlfriend to take her pills. It wasn’t gonna be easy, if the last few days were any proof of that. But if Carmen wasn’t going to be strong about it, then she would have to be strong for the both of them.

Shane walked into the living room with the pills and a glass of lukewarm water. As usual, she set it down before her girlfriend. She watched her intently, trying to read Carmen as best as she could. When there were no signs at all. She decided to go with coaxing first.

“Peach, time for your pills…” Shane started to say, before she said anything more though, Carmen grabbed the pills and the glass from Shane and downed them in 2 seconds. Shane was shocked, completely and utterly, this was something new she didn’t brace herself for. But if it was any indication that Carmen was responding to her, then she was happy about it.

For a couple of moments, Shane didn’t know how to react or what to say. And she fully didn’t expect Carmen to break the silence first.

“Shane…” Her voice hoarse and unsteady, mostly due to not speaking a word for a few days now. “Would you cut my hair for me today?”