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Post by victoria hope jean on Mar 3, 2011 0:38:35 GMT -5
 
She hated therapy, there was nothing more that she hated. Okay, well maybe that was a lie. But, group therapy was a bummer. She never talked, she just sat back and watched everyone else. She didn't want to talk about her problems infront of a bunch of strangers, she just found it stupid. Power to the people that did it, they didn't care what others thought, but she didn't want everyone in this school knowing what she did and what happened to her. She didn't need the pity, or if someone was completely sick, the teasing.
Hope just looked down at her hands, twisting her rings around on her finger. Her brown eyes glanced up every once in a while to look at the person that was talking and she rolled her eyes before looking back down. This person was very open about her problems and what had brought it on. She was a druggie, which didn't surprise her because she certainly looked like it, and only did it because all of her friends were. That's not something completely terrible and to be honest, Hope thought that she was just taking up the room here, because she thought that there was nothing wrong with doing drugs every once in a while. She just didn't really like any sort of druggie, because of all her bad experiences with those types of people.
When it came to her turn, she rose her head to look at the counselor, before shaking her head with a kind smile, "I'll pass this time," she said in a quiet tone. Thankfully, the counselor didn't press the matter and just went on to the next person. She let the smile drop as she lowered her head again. She had been getting worse, slowly, because of her brother being here. Everytime that he would see her around, or in the chat room, he'd say something just to make her mad. She thought back to the beach, how he just came right up and started talking about her being a whore to that boy. She hadn't even known that boy for more than two seconds and she was already being badmouthed. Hopefully, he didn't think badly of her.
A sigh of relief left her lips when the group therapy was finally over and she stayed in her seat until everyone had left. She didn't want to leave just yet, she wanted to wait until all of those people that were in the room prior to leave the hallway completely. She pushed some of her hair behind her ear before finally standing up and looking out the door to see if everyone was gone. She bit her bottom lip before leaning against the doorframe, looking down at her boots. Why was she just standing here, not leaving the God forsaken room? She really had no idea, but she just didn't feel like moving. This might be the only time that she actually had some alone time. Sure, she could have some along time in her dorm room, but then her roommate would come in and ask what was wrong, which would only annoy her and she'd say nothing, before going to the chatroom just to forget her thoughts.
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- tag : chance
- notes : okay, so this sucks majorly.. but i tried!
- words : some
- music : the tapping of my keyboard
- outfit : click!
- credit : template brought to you by THE ACTRESS !. lyrics from IN THE MOURNING by PARAMORE !
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Post by chance joseph wilson on Mar 3, 2011 1:03:30 GMT -5
Chance didn't much enjoy group therapy sessions. He didn't want to be telling a whole room full of people about his problems. Who were they? Nobody. Why should they hear about any of it. Chance wasn't against talking about it but he didn't want to do it in front of a room full of strangers. He didn't know those people and if he did then maybe he'd consider it but otherwise, he preferred to do it one on one. It was just easier to talk to someone that way.
So when his turn came around he skipped it. Hearing a small voice, he looked over. Hope had skipped her turn too. Chance didn't really know the girl that well but he was glad he wasn't the only one who didn't seem to like talking in a group setting like this. It just didn't feel right to him and he couldn't understand how this was suppose to help anyone, but seeing as how some of the kids just seemed to like the sound of their own voice, he figured he could probably understand it a little. To him this was more about attention and he didn't want that.
Walking out the room when the session ended, Chance briefly looked around. As he got out into the hallway, he turned. Everyone was going on their own way but he didn't see Hope. Stopping, he waited a second for the hallway to clear out a little more before heading back to the door, finding Hope there.
"What are you doin?" he asked. She seemed to just be standing there for no real reason, at least none at he could see.
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Post by victoria hope jean on Mar 3, 2011 13:29:16 GMT -5
Her light brown eyes looked around the room and she bit her bottom lip. It was weird that this could possibly be the only time that she got time to herself. People here always thought of her as this happy-go-lucky type of girl, because that's how she acted on the chatroom; that she was some kind of innocent little girl. While, yes she was pretty innocent, the things that she's done to herself didn't exactly count as a 'happy-go-lucky' type of girl. In fact, if some of the people here knew what she'd done they wouldn't even know what to say.
Hope liked putting on that front, though, because no one asked any questions. Well, most of the time they didn't. She was pulled from her thoughts as she heard a voice and she looked over to find out who it was. Chance. She didn't even notice that he was in group therapy with her. She smiled lightly at him and shrugged her shoulders, "Standing? I didn't feel like leaving yet," she said, quietly. She didn't really know much about the guy. She didn't know anything at all, really, but he seemed okay. Well, to her, atleast. Anyone that wasn't a druggie, or didn't lie about why they were here ( like Cameron ) then they were okay to her. She could put up with many people, but some just got to her.
She looked him over for a moment, thoughts forming in her head. Why did he come back? Did he forget something? She looked into the room for a moment, letting her eyes look over all of the chairs. The room was pretty much empty, so that couldn't be it. She looked back over at Chance, tilting her head slightly in curiosity before speaking, "Why did you come back? Did you forget something?" She asked alot of questions sometimes, she realized. It could tend to tick people off, but she was a curious girl. She liked knowing things, wasn't the term 'curiosity killed the cat?'
talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk
- tag : chance
- notes : okay, so this sucks majorly.. but i tried!
- words : some
- music : the tapping of my keyboard
- outfit : click!
- credit : template brought to you by THE ACTRESS !. lyrics from IN THE MOURNING by PARAMORE !
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Post by chance joseph wilson on Mar 3, 2011 20:21:39 GMT -5
Standing. It was the obvious answer but why? Chance figured that people didn't really just stand around for no reason. Usually they were waiting for something but she didn't seem to be doing that. She did say something about not wanting to leave that but Chance didn't get it at all. It didn't really make any sense to him. Why would she want to stand around, especially after one of those group sessions. Usually he couldn't wait to get the hell out of there but to wait around? Why?
"Alright," he said, though with a raised eyebrow. He was gonna accept that answer for now. Hope seemed normal enough but with a school like this, he never really knew what to expect anyway. She could have some reason for not wanting to leave yet so he wasn't going to question it or anything, at least not yet.
"Nah," he said, shaking his head as he glanced back into the empty room. Everyone left but she stayed behind. It was odd to him and he didn't get it but he wanted to believe that she had her own reasons for it.
"I didn't see you leave so I figured I'd come back and check," he said with a shrug like it made perfect sense. "You sure you're alright?" he asked again, just wanting to be sure something wasn't going on or anything.
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Post by victoria hope jean on Mar 6, 2011 21:22:05 GMT -5
She knew that she probably looked really silly, just standing there in the doorway. People would have probably thought that she had something wrong with her, which she technically did, according to this school. Apparently, she had a mood disorder. It wasn't a disorder, though, she was just a depressed little girl. How was that a mood disorder? It happened to alot of people, but alot of people don't act on the feeling of wanting to end themselves like she did. Her hand subconsciously went to one of the scars that she left and ran her finger along the deep line.
Hope looked up at Chance spoke just one word. He didn't seem very talkative at all, but it didn't really bother her. Sometimes, she needed someone like that around. Alot of the people that she talked to, they were so out there and talked all the time. She barely got to get one word in. Unlike some people, she liked talking and giving her opinions. Ofcourse, if she wanted to give her opinion about a person, she was going to interrupt, because that's just how she was.
Again with the one word answers. She let out a sigh and looked down at the floor for a moment, playing with the ring on her finger. Then, he asked her if she was alright and she let a ghost of a smile come to her lips before it disappeared just as soon as it came. People here didn't really ask her if she was alright, unless they were paid to do so, so it felt nice for someone to ask her. Ofcourse, she wasn't just going to tell him what all had happened, because they didn't really know each other that well. She looked up at him and let a soft smile come to her lips, running a hand through her curly hair, "Yeah, I'm alright. I just have alot on my mind, you know?"
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- tag : chance
- notes : okay, so this sucks majorly.. but i tried!
- words : some
- music : 18 Days - Saving Abel
- outfit : click!
- credit : template brought to you by THE ACTRESS !. lyrics from IN THE MOURNING by PARAMORE !
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Post by chance joseph wilson on Mar 6, 2011 22:08:53 GMT -5
Chance wasn't anywhere near being convinced but he just went along with it anyway. She said she was alright and Chance was just the sort of guy who would accept it and go along with it. He didn't want to start any in depth conversations or anything because you never really knew where those would go.
She had a smile and Chance couldn't tell if she meant it or if it was just one she had put on for his benefit or just to get him to stop talking to her. He had seen a lot of fake smiles in his time with cheerleaders and all the popular girls. They seemed to smile all the time, even when they were bitching about their supposedly best friend in the world. It was hard to tell what part of that was actually honest and sometimes Chance would wonder why their faces wouldn't hurt from holding it like that all the time.
"Yeah, I get that too sometimes. It's easier to just not think about it but I guess that wouldn't help," he said. He had his own list of things to think about but Chance often avoided it. Instead he would just work out at the gym or go for a run and just clear his head. It wasn't good to think about the problems he needed to fix because he didn't know how to fix them.
He was the type to have clear goals and go for them. He knew he wanted to win games and he did what he had to to get there but this was different. This was an uncontrollable rage that would hit at anytime and he didn't know when and he couldn't control it so when he started to feel an episode coming on, he would just get annoyed and angry, more at himself than anyone who happened to be in the way.
"You gonna just stand there? Cause I was gonna go get a mountain dew or something if you wanna come with me," he said, deciding it probably wasn't good for her to just stand there all alone when she could be talking to someone, even if it was just him.
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