***************************The Suicide or Jake's Case**************************
~~~~~~~~~~ written by Memory ~~~~~~~~~~
told by the Collins brothers
Chapter One:
Hi. My name is Timothy Collins. I'm going to tell you the story about my brother, Dr. Peter Collins. He's a psychiater at St. Brutos. I never really liked him that much. Since his time at the college, he had hardened. Well, that's probably not something to wonder about if the person had had to open up dead humans and listen to boring stuff like how human brains work. To say the truth I hadn't seen him for at least three years. When he visited me it was a real surprise. And the even bigger surprise was that he was acting nice, and he even played with Andrea, my four-year-old daughter. And when he told me the story I'm about to tell you, I nearly didn't believe him. But see, nobody can change that fast. The story is terriblly sad. I hope you aren't younger than the Animorphs. I don't think you'd cope with it. But then, I wouldn't have thought kids that young as the Animorphs could cope with such a life. If you could call it a life. But listen ...
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"Oy, Peter! I've heard you got a new weirdo to examine!"
Dr. Peter Collins turned to look into the face of his friend, Dr. Simmons. He looked slightly exited. But then, Peter was too. A new patient, 'weirdo' as the psychiaters in St. Brutos called them, was always a thing to talk about. And, mind you, the psychiaters at St. Brutos didn't get to talk much. They only had one day a week off and the rest of the time was occupied by the patient that had been sorted to them. Most of them were suicide murderers and stuff like that.
"Yeah, he's called Jake." The weirdos were always named by their first name, just as the psychiaters were by their last. "He's only 14 and tried to kill himself by jumping from some bridge. Didn't work. So now I've got to repair whatever's wrong with him."
"14?" Simmons answered. Then he's the youngest in here, isn't he?"
"Uh-hu. I gotta go now, Simmons, I'll tell you about him later, okay?"
"But be fast, right?" With that he looked at his watch and rushed of another corridor. Collins took the next turn to the left and stopped at the fourth door.
"Here it goes" Collins said to himself and entered the room.
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"Hello, I'm Peter Collins."
The boy looked at him. He was lying on his bed and had short brown hair and brown eyes. Something about these eyes made Peter shiver. He had once been assigned to a soldier who was the only survivor of a terrible battle. His eyes had looked similar to the boys. It was as if they saw through him.
"Who are you?" Peter asked as the boy didn't answer. He knew his name, but the silence made him uncomfortable.
"Jake." he responded and looked back up at the ceiling.
"Why don't you tell me something about yourself?"
Jake shrugged.
"Did you have a nice life? Good friends?" Peter tried again.
"Yes. I had." His words were full of a bitterness Collins never had heard in his life.
"How was your life then?" Collins had learned about this during his study. Ignore things that could get sentimental at the beginning.
"Why don't you just ask what you need to know? You want to know why I tried to kill myself, don't you? Then do it."
"I don't. I want to understand you."
"Don't lie. This is your job. You don't care what happened to me. You don't care about my life. It's just a nice story you can tell to your collegues and laugh at."
"Whatever you say kid. Well, if you really believe this ... just tell me something about your life, okay? How about your friends? What were they like?" This was just what he had wished. A weirdo who understood what psychologues need to know for their job.
The boy didn't say anything.
"Well, okay. We guys only want to hear your story. Then tell me. Come on." Collins sighed. His other weirdos were a lot easier to undestand. When the boy still didn't answer, he rumaged in his bag and finally pulled out a folder and read the boy's life history.
"Well. Let's start with someone close to you. How about this girl, Cassie. Was she your girlfriend?"
"Yes." Jake said shortly.
"And Marco? Or this cousin? Rachel was it?"
The boy didn't say anything. Peter sighed.
"Look, if you don't want to talk right now, I'll come back afterwards, shall I?"
Since Jake remained silent, Dr. Collins sighed, took his bag and headed for the door. Then he stopped.
"Cassie was great. She was part of the only thing that held me. That kept me going. Marco, Rachel, Tobias and Ax too. And now they're gone. Forever."
The boy still hadn't looked away from the ceiling, but even so, Peter noticed the tear trickling down his face.
"Do you want to talk?" he asked gently.
As the boy once again didn't respond, he went out of the room and closed the door silently.
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Hi guys! How did you like this chapter? I know, it was awfully short but the next is coming as soon as I find the time to get some books on psychology. Actually, I don't know anything about it. But, for now, please review!
~Memory~
