The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader)

Bad End Night

The subway is unusually quiet for a Saturday evening.

You sit down on a seat right by the doors, watching them close soundlessly. The subway is off in mere seconds afterwards.

It's quick business with subway trains. If you were just a moment too late, you'd be watching the subway go off by now. Not to say that it took them a while to come back, as it came by the half hours, but they were always in a hurry. You felt yourself wonder if they were on an automated schedule, with no one running the trains except for electricity.

You heard slight coughing from someone and turned your head at the noise.

Your blood ran cold as you cautiously moved around to check the entire subway car. It wouldn't have been such a big of a deal to you if there was many people in the train with you, but it seemed to be entirely empty save for you.

What was going on...?

You grabbed your bag off of the seat next to you and practically pulled the zipper right off. As you put your hand in and shifted through the contents of it, you thanked everything that you bought a small bag.

Where is it?

Ah, you said, your fingers tightening onto a small box, There it is.

You pulled it out of your purse and stared at it.

"Prozac," You said quietly, despite the absence of anyone else, "Take one pill per day at the same time until box runs out. Talk to your doctor about another prescription a week before your pills run out."

You sighed.

"It better damn help. It cost me almost twenty dollars," you shoved it back into your purse, "Plus the judgement of the random salesclerk."

Although it had just barely been your second session with your counselor a near hour ago, he'd prescribed to you a month's worth of antidepressants. He said that it'd help both your depression and anxiety problems, provided you remembered to take it daily.

The counselor recommended to take those pills but also to still come see him weekly. While you'd much rather just go to the appointments alone, you promised yourself that you'd do whatever he asked you to. If you wanted to get better, maybe just trying antidepressants for a little while wouldn't hurt.

If you hated them, you could always just stop them.

(Although, you should definitely ask your counselor first.)

Before you knew it, the subway arrived at your destination. You grabbed your bag and walked out, trembling at the sudden cold. You found a vending machine nearby and bought yourself a small bottle of apple juice.

When you finally arrived back into the open air, out of the dark subway tunnels, you noticed just how dark it all was. You couldn't even see the moon, much less the stars, with the overcast in the sky.