FULL SUMMARY; Jo cuts herself. Never too deep, never enough to die. But enough to feel the pain. Enough to get some sort of bloodshed, it was her drug. Kaz cuts to, just like jo. Except she does it for show. She likes the feel of the razor, the look of the blood pooling. The designs... She loves the way she looks with the tiny scars everywhere. The feel of them under her skin. Kaz has friends, and a not so normal roommate whitch shes suprised they even let stay with her. Now they're both at ocean sands; a "residential treatment facility" in South Padre Island, along with teens struggling through the same things. Among others. Jo doesn't want anything to do with any of then, she won't even speak. But she can only stay silent so long.
A/N:okay, first off, these are supernatural characters. Kaz is the impala, personified. For Jesse, wherever you are,i love you. And Amber, thank you for being my friend, through it all. I love you. This is all MINE. The need to write this was although inspired by the book Impulse and the book cut, along with my own experiences. The characters are mostly based from the show supernatural, but other then that the story is from my head.
"They say acting on impulse is a good thing, until it's not. I say different."
-Kaz Winchester.
I sighed internally, mornings were not my thing. Especially mornings where I have to talk to the doctor... But it was morelike listen, because I won't speak. I havent since I got here. My stomach was still in knots when the escort, Ruby, a pretty dark-haired woman came to walk Me from the cafeteria to her session.
"I'm going to, sit here JoAnna and ask you questions, but it's completely up to you to do the talking." Doctor Masters says leaning forward in her chair. "so, can you tell me how it started.? Remember the beginning.?"
I sat quietly, just looking up at all the things in the room. There sitting on the desk was a picture of her and a balding, slightly pudgy guy who once she had explained when I was looking was her husband, Anthony crowley. A smaller frame of a dark haired kid, with extremely pale skinand dark blue-grey eyes holding up a guitar who couldn't be more then 15, whos name was Jesse. He was a guy who got released here about a month after I came, he died three days later, bullet to the head. He was her nephew. And the reason she became a therapist, after finding out his real mother had pretty much left him and his 5 month old sister by themself every night to score for drugs, and eventually being married to a guy who was as perverted as could come... Who liked 12 year old boys as much as his new drug addled wife. On the shelf to the left she had books about psychology and a picture of her huge black pit bull. On the other was assorted books, everything from the hunger games to harry potter to anne rice smut. And a cd collection of celtic music she used to fill the silence when she needed.
I never talked, so the doctor did, to show me I wasn't alone. This day was different. Doctor Masters just looked down at me, no music, no stories. Nothing. I just pulled at the sleeves of my shirt, scratching through the scabs.
I was there, siting on the couch, scratching for the whole session, up until my lovely escort came to drop me off at group.
Kaz woke up covered in sweat and tangled in her sheets. She struggled to get out then gave up, annoyed. "Jimy.! Help I can't get out." She was weak, and tired. The new meds she had didnt react well, she was still having nightmares, at least she wasn't still hearing people who weren't there. Or having her reflection tell her to shoot herself.
Jimy laughed, helped her untangle herself and hugged her."Kitty, you really need to stop taking the meds if they give you nightmares." Kaz sighed and hugged him back then pulled away. "it stops the voices though. I'd rather have the nightmares." Jimy rolled his eyes and laughed. "touche, well we better get going before we get people mad and they make us move rooms."
See, Jimy and Kaz have been here almost a year. And they were almost done. Kaz and Jimy came in on the same night and they were best friends ever since. The hospital would get in serious trouble if the board knew that doctor masters had a boy and girl in the same room.
But after the 8th week of finding the two in each others rooms-and another week observing their behavior to realize they were nothing but close friends who actually helped each other.-she decided to let them share a room.
"alright, you go get our food, I'm going to shower"kaz said, pulling another plain blue shirt and black cotton shorts out of her drawer. See, at ocean trees they were allowed to wear "normal" things here, as long as it was plain and had nothing sharp or ill fitting. Most girls wore sweats and long tshirts. Especially the ones in here like kaz, who cut. But her, no. She had no shame. especially since she had no new cuts, just scabs and scars.
Jimy nodded and walked out. When kaz caught up with him 20 minutes later she rolled her eyes. "Pancake and sausage dogs again.? What the hell I want some sausage buisquits.!" Jimmy just laughed again. "don't laugh at me calico, its not nice.!" Jimy stopped laughing "alright alright. Wanna go play a game until its time four group.?" Kaz smiled, took her pills drank her orange juice, picked up her sausauge-wrapped in a pancake, said "first one there gets to choose" and ran off. Ignoring ruby yell "no running" jimy still beat her ands they played chess until 9, then ran into group at the last minute.