Group Therapy
By Gabs

Disclaimer: The Stigmata people don't belong to me; the rights to
Skittles still don't either. Tragic, huh? Anyway, this was just
another crazy little idea. Hope you enjoy! If anyone wants, feel free
to take!

Frankie and Andrew round a corner and press themselves
against a building, hoping to escape from Milou. Just when they think
they have gotten away, she is suddenly in front of them. "I found
you! No, don't leave me!! I don't belong!" Frankie and Andrew
exchange glances. "I have an idea," Andrew whispers. Milou is looking
around anxiously. "If we head back towards the therapy group, and
make her think we're going back, she might leave." Frankie nods and
they set back off.
The plan is to go down the hall, past the group, and back outside
through the rear exit. Milou, however, kills that plan as they get
near the groups meeting room. "No! Not back in there!" This draws
Linda out, along with 3 nurses. "Oh, welcome back you three! Nurses…
escort them in!" The last 3 words are said with a frighteningly evil
tone. Linda, Frankie, Andrew and Milou all head back in; the door
slams and is locked behind them. Somehow, in the 5 minutes Frankie
and Andrew have been gone, more candy appeared.
Kim now has Jelly Bellys; Gabs has even more Skittles; Sylvia is
armed with M Smenzer has Hershey's Miniatures; and even Milou
has mint chocolate. Frankie and Andrew look around in confusion.
Sylvia makes her way over, obviously trying to look discreet. "Don't
worry, you're not crazy! It's just one of HER fan fics, I'm telling
you!" she whispers urgently. Frankie nods; she and Andrew begin to
inch away. Sylvia is distracted by a mysteriously airborne Skittle,
allowing them to move over to where Smenzer was. She glares at
them. "I am totally not addicted," she hisses. "We believe you,"
Frankie says quickly. Smenzer nods, apparently satisfied. She shoves
a few Hershey's Minis in her mouth, followed by more Skittles.
The duo once again starts inching away, and end up near Milou. She
gives them an evil glare. "I don't belong here!" she howls. Andrew
hands her a few Skittles; they seem to settle her down, however
momentarily. He and Frankie look up and see Gabs, who is apparently
involved in a deep discussion with her Skittles. She glares at the
green Skittles, then yells something at the yellow before looking
amazed by the orange. She then laughs at something "said" by either
the red or purple group. Frankie and Andrew look at her, then back at
each other, and then move in a different direction.
Kim is whispering more advice to Linda. "You really shouldn't try to
eat Skittles with all your dogs watching. They steal them." Linda
nods seriously. There is a sudden shout from Gabs. "Hey now!" They
all turn to see Sylvia giggling, clutching M&M's in her left hand.
Gabs is rubbing her nose, where a trace of chocolate still remains.
She looks around wildly, searching for the culprit. Sylvia's snorts
of laughter give her away. "Why that you did do?" Gabs demands,
mixing up her words. "It's all just your fan fic! Why don't you tell
us why I did that?" It is hard for the group not to laugh at Gabs
expression; she has "you are an idiot" clearly written across her
face as she looks at Sylvia. "Oooh!" Sylvia growls angrily, hurling
more M&M's at Gabs, who retrieves a bag of Tropical Skittles and
begins launching away.
Linda seems to have given up all hopes of therapy this week, and is
sitting with her feet on a table, looking annoyed at the Furby Kim is
holding by her ear. "Make it shut up!" Linda pleads. Kim just giggles
madly and turns the Furby upside down again. Linda sighs. Frankie and
Andrew look at the door desperately. "There is no escape," Andrew
whispers. "I really wish I could do the speaking in Aramaic thing
right now," Frankie replies just as quietly. "Why?" Andrew asks
curiously. "Maybe I could scare them into shutting up or something."
She thinks about this briefly. "But it seems more likely that they
would think it hilarious," she adds. Andrew is about to reply when a
sword bursts through the wall.
He and Frankie jump back; no one else seems to notice. The sword
quickly cuts a huge hole in the wall and a now familiar face appears.
Demon grins maniacally as she pokes her head in and looks around. The
grin slowly fades into confusion. She glances at a slip of paper in
her hand, then back into the group. "Damn! Wrong room!" she grins
sheepishly and runs down the hall, screaming maniacally. Frankie
stares after her and looks about ready to cry. "Not fair! How can
they let a loony like THAT run loose, and lock up people like us?"
Andrew shakes his head. "Let's make a run for it," he says,
indicating the gap in the wall. Frankie nods. Just as they get close
enough to get through, a nurse appears. "I'll fiz that! You get back
to your therapy!" Frankie sighs. She and Andrew sit near Smenzer,
thinking that she is possibly the sanest person in that group.
She looks up at them curiously as she puts a few more Skittles in her
mouth. "Do you believe me?" she whispers rather loudly. "About what?"
Frankie asks warily. "Not being addicted!" Smenzer says
incredulously. "Um… yeah, sure…" Andrew replies. Smenzer nods in
satisfaction and slowly turns her head to watch her bowl of Skittles.
She starts to look suspicious upon spotting a hand moving towards
them. The hand then reaches into the bowl and grabs a few. Smenzers
eyes widen in rage; she jumps up on her chair. "No!" she screams,
dramatically and in slow motion. She proceeds to dive over the table
and tackle the owner of the hand- who turns out to be Milou. "My
Skittles!" Smenzer looks around quickly. "Not that I'm addicted… but
they're mine!" Milou takes a step back. "I don't belong here!"
Smenzer clutches her bowl tighter to her. "Mine!" she snaps, backing
away. Milou glares at her, then eats some popcorn. She also begins
backing up.
Frankie and Andrew decide that perhaps Smenzer isn't the sanest
person there. Even worse, Frankie thinks, maybe she is. They move
towards Linda and Kim; the latter seems to have invented a new form
of torture, using her Furby. She also seems to be the only one there
not actively eating any Skittles, choosing instead to inhale her
Jelly Bellys. Frankie and Andrew glance over to see Gabs and Sylvia
alternating between evil glares and throwing candy. Milou seems to be
looking for a way out. Smenzer is insisting, to no one in particular,
that she doesn't belong. And Linda appears to have a headache. She
stands up suddenly.
"Session over!" she hollers. "However, you are ALL expected to be
here next week! And remember, I know where each and every one of you
live, so if you're not here, I'll send someone to get you! Retta will
be returning to help me run this loony bin next week, and we'll also
have a few more people in need of therapy. So, I WILL see you all
then!" Frankie, Andrew. Smenzer, and Milou all rush for freedom; Kim
runs right into Demon, and then runs for her life; Gabs and Sylvia
seem content to stay right where they are, until Linda threatens Gabs
with teletubbies. She then gets up and runs even faster than Milou.
Sylvia chases her, still screaming aboiut a fan fic conspiracy. And
Linda collapses into a chair, thankful to finally have peace and
quiet.

TO BE CONTINUED…
And the next installment will feature a few more friends getting
their character totally butcher by me, along with some semi-famous
people that were supposed to be in this one. Another apology to my
friends- it was just too damn fun to resist!
I know i said i would include Sylvia Plath and other people in part
2... but i had some Ideas i just had to use first! But Plath will
definitely be in next weeks session (that could be confuzzing.. 2
Sylvias? hehe! and- B4A members beware!- a few more friends will get
it next time too!)