EFFIE BATEMAN | Lifestyle | Contact
As she takes a tentative sip from her vodka orange and scrolls through her Instagram, Helena Marsden [28] suddenly feels the chair cushion next to her sink under someone’s weight.
Given that she’s at a house party, this shouldn’t be cause for concern. But as a self confessed empath, Helena has become acutely aware that the air around her seems rather… heavy.
A presumption that is quickly proven correct, when it’s followed by a heavy sigh.
“It’s so hard being around all of these happy people…”, says a small voice.
Fuck. Not again.
Helena simply wanted to vibe and dance, maybe flirt with a cute guy and get blackout drunk. But no, it appears an emotional drunk has yet again, singled her out for an impromptu psych session – and unfortunately, she’s far too nice to move away.
Cursing under her breath as she turns her head to the right, Helena finds herself making direct eye contact with a young woman who appears to be in the grips of a crisis.
“Why’s that?”, she asks, resigned to the fact she’s about to get a whole lot of trauma dumped on her.
“Well…”
“My boyfriend broke up with me three days ago, just out of the blue? We’ve been together for four years and he’s been really distant lately.”
“He doesn’t want to live with me anymore but I have NO IDEA where to go because my sister and I don’t talk, and my mum lives in New South Wales with her weirdo muso girlfriend, and there’s like, a housing crisis?”
“And we just got a kitten because my other cat got hit by a car a few weeks ago.”
“I think he’s seeing someone. He has to be, it was just SO sudden..and I’m having a herpes flare up and I just don’t have the energy to have my life turned upside down right now.”
“Will it be okay? Please tell me I’ll be okay?”
More to come.
