Hang in There
Pairing: None
Summary: Inspiration comes from the strangest places . . . .all i can say is -What the hell?!. and I wrote the fricken thing. Random-ish Drabble. no point whatsoever.
Disclaimer: I Don't own psych. I don't even own the poster . . . But I do own a cat, if that helps . . .
Another day
And with every passing one, another thousand miserable callers, who couldn't deal with the everyday stress of living.
John was beginning to understand where they were coming from.
After four weeks of intercepting calls from the lonely, the suicidal, the over-stressed, and the down right depressed, He was starting to feel the pull of anxiety himself, and quite frankly he wasn't sure he could take it anymore.
In an effort to cool his head, and get away from his duties for a little bit. He quickly ducked into the first open room, which turned out to be a thankfully deserted . . . . . janitor's closet . . . . oh well, whatever.
Without a seconds pause he sat himself down on an overturned mop bucket and placed his head in his hands. Shaking it back and forth he began to mumble to himself.
"(-sigh-) I just can't do it anymore! I-" Suddenly something on the wall caught his eye.
It was a picture of a tiny white kitten dangling from a tree branch by one lone paw. Below that printed in large bold lettering was the statement 'HANG IN THERE'.
John stared at it for a few seconds before he abruptly stood. Yes, that was what he was going to do! He would hang in there too! He could do it!
And so with renewed purpose and vigor he marched out of the closet, head held high, leaving the door to swing shut resolutely behind him.
-End-
. . . . . (-Sweatdrops-) Yeah . . . . . I don't know where this came from either—I just always wondered if Shawn remembered to take the poster down after he vacated his "office" in '9 lives'. Please don't take this seriously . . . . or throw rocks at me.