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Post by stormy on Oct 27, 2011 2:31:48 GMT -5
Isolation. Again.
What as new? Megan was always being sent to isolation. She acted violent, often. However, that was usually toward staff member. She hated them prying into her thoughts, trying to crack her open like breakng an egg shel. They could never crack her open, though. Because on the inside, Megan Mitchell was nothing but an empty shell. There was nothing inside of her. No feelings or emotions. No memories. Nothing. Nothin ever. Not since the incident with her killing her father.She could not remember that. She could not remember anything about her past. All Megan could remember was being locked up in her. Even though that had only been a few months.
She was locked up here. As though she were crazy. And okay. Maybe she was crazy, Insane,even. After all, she had killed off her family. But so what? Why should they force her to remember it. To remember what she did? Did they even care about why she did what she did? Or maybe they just never knew or even understood that part. The part about being abused. The part about being forced to have sex with her father. And so what if she development an unnatural love for her father because of that simple fact.
Today, though, Megan had been sent to isolation. A psychiatrist wanted her to talk. But Megan did not want to. She got angry, got mad. And so she attacked the staff member. No one knew, but there had been a knife hidden away in her sock. And so Megan pulled it out and attacked the doctor with it. And that was the very reason that she had ended up in here.
And now Megan huddled up n th corner, sitting on the floor. Her clothes were dirty. Her shirt had several holes in it, along with her jeans. Her hair was a tangled mess, covering her face. She brought her knees up to her chest, herhands covering her ears as she rocked back and fourth, humming to herself.
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Post by natasha hayden cooper on Oct 27, 2011 10:21:03 GMT -5
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -LITTLE DARLING, THE SMILES RETURNING TO THE FACESlittle darling, it seems like years since it's been here- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Natasha hayden cooper was a counselor, not megan's counselor but that never stopped the beautiful blonde to go around when she was free to talk to those who were sent to isolation. she had been warned that the girl behind this door, was not one she wanted to visit. that only made the woman more determined to walk through that door and hear the girl's side of the story. to be that helping hand she needed. if she couldn't open up to her own counselor, maybe she needed someone who wasn't paid to talk to her. to know that someone just wanted to listen. because honestly, if natasha didn't need to make a living to support her and her daughter, than she would be doing this for free. why? because she really cared.
She took the girl's file as she walked into the room, now she was warned trying to force the girl to talk would be a bad idea. it was always a bad idea. even for the less violent ones, forcing them was not the greatest way to go about it. you just talked about yourself. the blonde always told them about her past, her husband, daisy's father. all of that, showing them that she honestly cared. that she was talking, and she wanted to get to know them. like if they were going to be friends. just with this, it'll help them at the same time. hopefully.
She wasn't the typical psychiatrist and she didn't care if the others thought her methods ridiculous. but which one of them has a child unable to know what feelings are, already making friends, figuring out feelings. even if the one time he had to get beaten up for it. but it didn't matter. she didn't care what they thought. sauntering into the room she smiled her bright smile, "hello megan." she closed the door behind her and leaned against it, "i'm natasha. it's a pleasure to meet you." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
LITTLE DARLING, I FEEL THAT ICE IS SLOWLY MELTING
little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
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lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
listening to; living on a prayer by bon jovi
word count; 342 w/out code
outfit; here
credit; to brooke from caution |
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