Unspeakable
It's 30 years after Tony and Vanessa's departure from Aspen Springs. Now married, the two of them take their jobs to an expected location; back to Aspen Springs itself.
This time to deal with children in a situation similar to their own, all those years ago.
There's Laurie;
a hardened ex-prostitute from the stone cold city of Las Vegas. Her years in the business suck her dry of any life any joy her body was capable of holding. Thrown over the edge, no hope to crawl back and reclaim her life as it was; she grabs the needle and the heroin overdose.
Or Ryan;
A recently discovered gay struggling to come to terms with himself in a society that now shuns him. The horrors of his disowning, losing himself and everything he used to be drives him to grab the knife, point it at his heart and never look back.
Then there's Hannah;
A seemingly perfect child thrown into the deep black, ruthless waters of a worsening bipolar disorder. Feeling so alone in a world where only drugs and sex where her only solace, she grabs the gun makes the deadly decision to pull the trigger.
Will these troubled teens, all given a second chance at life be able to see the happiness and light ever again? Or are they doomed to tread uselessly in the forever merciless waters that fate has cruelly thrown them into? Read Unspeakable to find out!
Lauren Indigo Nolan
Life
Became
a endless fight to stay alive.
A
endless relieve just to see the light of each new day.
Horrible
fears became my reality;
Nightmare
world seemed almost reachable.
Woman Behind the Mirror
Lauren Indigo Nolan;
more commonly?
Laurie.
Aged 16.
Life had became unbearable for me.
Sometimes
forced to shoplift just to live one more day.
Selling my
body to anybody who will go
for cheap thrills.
Vegas is the perfect place
for my kind of
people;
Prostitution runs
rampant
on the streets where cops frankly
didn't give half a damn.
Not A Lot Of Friends
But that was fine with me.
Frankly;
gossiping just pisses me off.
But, what doesn't?
Even after I tried to kill myself,
life just became another word
for 'pain in my ass.'
The people,
the sounds,
the emotions.
Rocketing up
inside
you like a roller coaster
tearing apart every fiber of
your being until you have
nothing left to
offer it.
The Decision
to try to off myself was one I made by myself.
Sure, the thought of hell
taunted me and all
but I didn't give a damn.
Could hell be worse than the hell I was living in?
Some Other Hooker
(my term)
was a huge heroin junkie.
It didn't take much to persuade me to borrow her needle.
I mean,
why the hell bother worrying about AIDs, right?
Needless to Add
My plan didn't go over too well.
As I struggled against the merciless black waters,
the hooker herself took notice.
Shit, girl! I told you not too much, dammit!
Laurie?
LAURIE?
Shit!
Hello, 9-1-1?
Those Damn Paramedics
Revived me within no time.
Sons of bitches.
I didn't want them to do. I remember opening my eyes,
seeing those paramedics and yelling at the top of my lungs.
"God, just damn it all to hell! I wanted to die assholes!"
Shocked Them
right out of their stupid little heads too.
Soon as I was all bandaged up and deemed
physically stable;
they shipped me off to Aspen Springs.
Teenage psych ward.
It's been a few weeks,
and they still haven't got this
nut
to
crack.
I pride myself in that.
Aspen Springs
is just another teen psych ward I guess.
Bunch of psychiatrists and therapists trying to
crack that nut open.
Why did you try to kill yourself?
Why did you sell your body to pervy men?
Eh.
Why not?
Do you realize we're trying to help you?
Are you?
Some New Chick Came Today
I passed her on my way to therapy.
She's pretty, too.
Sultry curves hidden underneath a silky blouse and
a skirt that couldn't get any shorter.
Long platinum waves shimmering down her back,
that honest to God,
made every male turn and stare.
She Wore It Well
Just walking straight ahead,
hands balled into
tight fists.
Scars on her manicured
hand popping out,
where only the trained eye
could notice.
She Barely Nods At Me
as she passes.
Almost as if I had
'whore'
written in neon letters on
my forehead.
Her Barbie lip curled upward.
I Just Rolled My Eyes
Bitch.
Another rich kid is just
what this effin' place
needed.
Barbie looked almost hurt.
She had that wounded Bambi look
in her eyes
when I passed by her.
Therapy
was it's usual torture.
Dr. Cerracelli,
first name Tony.
Wrapping up a phone call.
Yes, honey I know.
I know, I know...
Well, I have to go, sweetheart.
My next client walked in.
Love you.
The Doc looked up, smiling when I sat down.
"Love is overrated."
He raised an eyebrow.
Have you ever loved anyone, Laurie?
"Love is bullshit, Doc."