Eighteen

SYBIL EAGAN POV

The city outside my window looked beautiful and as I took in the views of the penthouses, the road below, and the number of people milling about and minding their businesses, I felt lonelier than I'd felt in months.

"They must have so much fun out there" I muttered to my reflection on the glass. My eyes had dark bags under them, and I knew I wasn't just stressed physically but mentally too. The pills I took probably also affected my mood, but at least the doctor had reduced the dosage after he saw that I was improving.

I'd also stop dreaming, the face of a man that plagued my sleep every night fading away until I couldn't even make out what he looked like anymore. My mind was a blank slate and no matter how hard I strived to remember who I was, I was always met with a blank wall and a banging headache. I didn't want to feel that, so I took my pills religiously.

It made me sad that I didn't dream about the guy anymore tho, but it was better this way, the dreams were alw