Author's Note: Hello all! I was researching about Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder a couple of days ago and for some reason, I thought of Riku and how he was sometimes desplayed as the depressed emotionally hurt character. Soooo, I wanted to write an explainable reason for that. I was up till 12 AM, researching facts online.
Yeah, I'm a nerd like that.
Disclaimer: I do not own Riku, Leon, anti-depressants, or PTSD. However, I do own a hunk of cheese.
TDIN: 12.4.
"Tape 10, session 8, 12:47 AM, today is December 4th. This is Dr. Leonhart with subject 29833: Riku Ishida. Subject is experiencing comorbidity of depression and chronic PTSD subsequently the occurrence. Vocal skills are intact; subject chooses not to utilize them."
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"Hello Riku, how was your morning?"
-silence-
"...Riku, are you still not speaking?"
-silence-
"You know, I heard that talking facilitates your treatment. It's your therapy... No? Okay."
The starlight haired boy shifts in his seat, an empty look in his eyes. He looks downward, never moving his eyes off of the heavily carpeted floor. The clock ticks.
"Do you remember why you're here?"
He shifts again; an edgy feeling comes from him. Many minutes pass and the professor involuntarily glances at his watch.
"I'll let you think..."
The boy's empty eyes flicker for an ephemeral moment with three volatile emotions, all at once. Yet, he continues not to speak.
Sighing, the professor finishes.
"Ok, our time for now is over. But I'll see you again tomorrow. Ms. Uchida here will show you to your room."
A lady helps Riku to his feet and leads him carefully out of the room. He stumbles at times, as if his feet have forgotten how to walk.
-cracklecrackle-
"Subject is not prone to therapy and still does not speak; shows symptoms of avoidance and dissociation. May require antidepressants, however, situation is problematic for such use."
-click-
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Riku lies in his bed, white sheets with a white mattress. It's been three months and he still can't get any sleep. He turns to his side. But when he does sleep, all he gets are bad bad images. Stuff he doesn't want.
Like crinkly movies, with flashes of black. They remind him of sadness.
But he usually doesn't remember clearly what he's doing or where he is. Typically, the world is a bit blurry, but not today.
Today is a clear day.
Riku doesn't enjoy clear days, they make his eyes hurt. The colors and people are too sharp, too bright.
He didn't like today. Dr. Leonhart was too questioning. Why can't he just let him be quiet? He keeps on asking Riku what happened.
Staying silent helps him stay numb. If he talks...he'll feel it.
It's much easier this way.
Author's Note: Seeing as I was writing this at twelve o'clock at night...or the morning...whatever you call it, I was kind of rushed and sleepy.
Anyway, review please?
Okay okay, I'll get on my knees.
No? My head?
O-okay... WHAT!?
Hell no!
Rub deodorant on your own feet!!
Heeheehee, please review.
