Prompt: Chocolate
Jessica stares around the room of her therapist's office later that evening at her weekly appointment. Danny and Steve are in the room this time; most of the time Jessica talks to him in private, but occasionally they do family sessions so that Steve and Danny can learn how to best to support Jessica. They're talking about the trial, but Jessica can't seem to focus. The room is soothing; washed in soft creams and light browns, accented with several large suede pillows that are darker in color. Chocolate, Jessica thinks, holding one in her lap and pulling absentmindedly at a string attached to it.
"What was that, Jessica?" Jarrod, her therapist, asks.
"Chocolate. That's a color right? Because dark brown doesn't quite seem to be describe it right."
Jarrod leans forward in his chair, elbows on his knees. "Jessica? Are you with me?" his voice filled with concern.
"The pillow." Jessica looks up at Dr. Jarrod, sees the concern that written all over his face and the faces of her foster fathers. She shakes herself out of her thoughts, bringing her attention back to Dr. Jarrod. "Sorry. I'm here. I guess I just got lost in my thoughts."
"You've had a long day," Jarrod comments. "And I know that talking about the trial again isn't easy."
"I just, I can't stop thinking about that day. I… I hadn't thought about it in a long time, but now, now I can't get it out of my mind."
"The uh, the uh defense attorney brought up the day that Jessica had a knife to her wrist," Danny explains, seeing the confused look on Jarrod's face. "Tried to make it seem like she's crazy, that the voices are proof nothing she says can be trusted. You know none of that's true Jessica," Danny reminds her.
"I know it's just…what if it happens again? The voices, sometimes I still hear them. They don't tell me to kill myself, but…what if one day they do?"