Maggie

Those who were damaged weren’t fixable. I knew that all too well. [RP • OC • 21+]

[Maggie @ReprisalPsyche]

❛ —— #Solos ——❜

[Maggie @ReprisalPsyche]

@FixinMyFuckUp — child, and clearly annoyed I wasn’t listening the first go around. I nodded once I fully understood. Only then allowing myself to look back up with tears eyes.

“Thank you, detective. For reinvestigating this for me.”

[Maggie @ReprisalPsyche]

@FixinMyFuckUp — all of this my clinical were at all random hours and I was exhausted.

“Sorry, I haven’t been sleeping and with work, school...” Drifting off I looked down at my lap, listening again as he explained it all to me. More slowly, like I was a —

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Detective Morrison

Read: https://t.co/4CdPnlCDXk

[Maggie @ReprisalPsyche]

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The Funeral

Read: https://t.co/uN31ommvH9

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Detective Morrison

Read: https://t.co/4CdPnlCDXk

[Maggie @ReprisalPsyche]

— down the highway to meet another face. Not exactly ready to reply the horror in my mind.

[ — @FixinMyFuckUp — ]

[Maggie @ReprisalPsyche]

I hadn’t slept in what seemed liked forever since her death. Each day I would rise and go about my normal routine. Shower, brush my teeth, wipe the fog from the mirror as I put on my makeup. Blue scrubs were my norm, so on they would go with the crisp —

[Maggie @ReprisalPsyche]

— guess. When really the last thing I wanted to do was talk to yet another person who had zero leads and no clue how to help me besides the typical “you might want to see a professional about the shock.” Idiots.

But here I was thirty minutes later heading —