Hey guys - here is the next chapter. Hope you enjoy!
Thanks to my beta, Sparkling Mist, for reading through first!
Oh, and my legal battles continue... I still own nothing.
WELL, GROUP SESSIONS...
... should be fun today. Right. Like fun is really a word any one of us would use to describe this nut house. More like a nightmare filled with clowns smiling at your fear every second. Sounds inviting, doesn't it?
Unlike most of the people in this place, I come across as normal. Shocker, I know, but that fact remains the truth. I don't sleep with everything that breathes, like Dahlia, as I do have some standards, and I didn't almost off my little brother by drugging his juice, like whacked-up Stanley. Maniac. My only crime was trying to end my own life. Which really would have been a help, but not everyone around here sees it that way. You'd think I tried to kill someone else the way they carry on.
BECAUSE OF THIS...
... I tend to relate best with similar creatures. When I enter Conference Room 3, I decide to sit with the other suicide attempters. Ah, the joys of fitting in. They had been in lives so messed-up that they could no longer stand the agony of continuing a failing process, and decided to take the one way out. I knew the feeling, and I understood the option. It seems logical to me, but that's why I'm in therapy. Besides, hiding with those equally as screwy as I am seems safest, for they may be able to deflect any unwanted inquires. Thank god for safety in numbers.
DR. BOSTON WALKS IN,
... looking more like a life-size Barbie in four-inch heels than I thought possible. I mean, who does the woman hope to impress with the carbon-copy look? The security guards? She seats herself, crosses her legs, and welcomes us all to the session. Time to spill our guts to complete strangers and enjoy every second of it. Let the living hell begin.
"Alright, everyone. How have we been? Does anyone have anything to share? No? No one? What about you, Conner?"
Wow, her first hit is at one of my own. Jeez, my walls are falling around me already. Who knew the good doctor was so maniacal? She and Drakken could have one great carrier together...
CONNER SHIFTS...
... in his seat, clearly not in the mood to have the likes of Stanley in on his personal problems, not to mention all of the druggies and sex addicts. He's what high school girls refer to as god-like, I suppose; of muscular build and perfect facial features. As Dahlia and Lori remind us every day, though we never really ask to know, he's "hot enough to make up for whatever landed him in this place." Good to know the girls aren't superficial or anything.
FINALLY, CONNER DECIDED TO SPEAK...
"My family never really cared about me. My sister and I never even had the decency to pretend to care for each other. My dad only wanted me to be the perfect son, and was only home long enough to see to it that I wasn't messing up so much that his reputation would be screwed up. And my mom... well, the woman was never big on family. She worries more about her carpet than me."
THE ROOM STARES...
... at Conner in amazement. It is the first time the collective group has actually heard him speak about the reasons for his attendance at this house for the loonies. Other than his friends, the group of us who had made that ultimate choice, no one really understands his issues. And even we are in the dark on the serious stuff. I knew the group was only scratching the surface, but breakthrough happiness began to shine in Dr. Boston's eyes. She decided to go into full digging mode, hoping against hope that a miracle could happen today.
"NOW, CONNER, WHY DO YOU-"
... Mercy pities Conner at the moment, for the good doctor is cut off just then by the opening of the door. The new patient, or, excuse me, "friend," we had been told was coming arrives. I didn't really pay all of that close attention. I didn't really see the point any longer. That door can't bring what I want, and I gave up hoping it would some time ago. No door would bring me what I really wanted. And I needed to stop hoping for the impossible. I shift in my seat, disregarding the person before everyone to be introduced. But as I turn my head, I catch a glance of shocking red hair. Beautiful, long red hair. And I turn back.
MY EYES BEGIN TO GLAZE...
... with tears, ones I have held back since that day. I have kept everything in the whole time I have been here, not letting anyone in more than necessary to allow me out of here as soon as possible, but now I can relax. I can breathe. I can be myself again. I can do all of this because of who is standing in the doorway. She is the impossible desire I have wanted for years, even before I became cut-off from society recently. She is a teen who has saved the world many times, in both the literal and personal sense for me, and her name's Kim Possible.
SHE DIDN'T SEE ME...
... at first, as I had really buried myself behind my three new friends. Tony, always the first to try to make people comfortable, stands and greets Kim.
"Hey. My name's Tony. Who are you, and what brought you to this hotel for the insecure and insane?"
Kim seems a little taken back by Tony's passing comment as to why we are all in this small room, feeding lies to a doctor and fellow "friends." As she is new, she doesn't realize Tony's smart mouth is his way of being friendly, which takes a while to ease into as normal. However, as she can do anything, she recovers quickly, stretching out her hand.
"Hi. I tried to... to commit suicide after I saw my best friend kill himself, and I managed to fail and end up here with all of you."
EVERYONE IN THE ROOM...
... stills, though all for different reasons. Some, curious yet too afraid to be pushy, are still waiting for her name. Others, sensitive to the plights of anyone, simply wonder why the poor girl has been forced to go through so much pain. I, however, stop for a different kind of reason. Kim said "kill himself." There was no "try" in her sentence, which meant she thought I was dead. She thought I was gone. I had forced the information about Kim's condition out of Dr. Boston, and I had come to terms with both of our actions, or at least sort of. But Kim doesn't even know I am alive.
"YOU FORGOT TO TELL...
... us your name."
Oh, no. Once they all hear Kim's name, they will look at me. Everyone in the room knows that I tried to do myself in for Kim Possible. I am like the mini-celebrity here, with my connections in life and reasons for death. What they didn't know was that Kim had stabbed herself as well. And no one was ever supposed to know either. What kind of whacked-up therapy session is this, anyway?
Then, she opens her mouth.
"My name is Kim Possible."
END RON'S POINT OF VIEW
Well, there was chapter two. Personally, I love writing for Ron. He just has so much inner humor.
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Until next time - GypsyGrl77
