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Jaime
I woke up early, my headphone's cord twisted around my neck. I pulled a little on the wire but it didn't tighten, didn't cut me off. I clicked my tongue stud against the backs of my teeth- probably cracking the enamel off. I didn't care- teeth meant speech and speech mean thought and thought was overrated.
I thought about the past two weeks. My meds had kept with drawl from really taking effect. Just one or two days where it was like I was PMS-ing. Everyone pretty much understood and backed off. After that it as like I was welcome to the club- you went through the trial so welcome to the recovering-teenagers society.
Rowan had missed those days- he had a trial for his auto theft. I had heard a bit more about him- everyone seemed to be reluctant to talk about anyone's past but his or her own like- "I-went-through-this-this-AND-this- so-bow-to-me!!" Too bad I can't really pity anyone but me.
I was on kitchen duty (evidentially you're not supposed to skip Group) when Rowan came slumping back, refusing to look at anyone. Hen Rowan came back he seemed pissed and blocked off. I heard over dirty dishes Dwayne (Rowan's case worker and new addition to the Horizon staff- yippee) saying that Rowan had been eaten alive on the stand
But Rowan had started to talk again, and not just to Gabe anymore. I wished he would talk only to me. Well, I'd share him with Gabe but that's it. And definitely not Kat.
Someone stirred and I sat up. Today was the big day (huzzah)- Group Torture. Hiking and camping- what fun. Maybe I could convince my Group Leader to roast me over the fire along with the marshmallows.
I fished through my twisted sheets to find gray and black wool hat that I could pull over my eyes and ears, blocking off the world, because I could go without talking and to feel things you needed to be touched, and I wouldn't let anyone do that. I pulled my hat low over my eyes- like a rainstorm on my mind.
Jaime
I woke up early, my headphone's cord twisted around my neck. I pulled a little on the wire but it didn't tighten, didn't cut me off. I clicked my tongue stud against the backs of my teeth- probably cracking the enamel off. I didn't care- teeth meant speech and speech mean thought and thought was overrated.
I thought about the past two weeks. My meds had kept with drawl from really taking effect. Just one or two days where it was like I was PMS-ing. Everyone pretty much understood and backed off. After that it as like I was welcome to the club- you went through the trial so welcome to the recovering-teenagers society.
Rowan had missed those days- he had a trial for his auto theft. I had heard a bit more about him- everyone seemed to be reluctant to talk about anyone's past but his or her own like- "I-went-through-this-this-AND-this- so-bow-to-me!!" Too bad I can't really pity anyone but me.
I was on kitchen duty (evidentially you're not supposed to skip Group) when Rowan came slumping back, refusing to look at anyone. Hen Rowan came back he seemed pissed and blocked off. I heard over dirty dishes Dwayne (Rowan's case worker and new addition to the Horizon staff- yippee) saying that Rowan had been eaten alive on the stand
But Rowan had started to talk again, and not just to Gabe anymore. I wished he would talk only to me. Well, I'd share him with Gabe but that's it. And definitely not Kat.
Someone stirred and I sat up. Today was the big day (huzzah)- Group Torture. Hiking and camping- what fun. Maybe I could convince my Group Leader to roast me over the fire along with the marshmallows.
I fished through my twisted sheets to find gray and black wool hat that I could pull over my eyes and ears, blocking off the world, because I could go without talking and to feel things you needed to be touched, and I wouldn't let anyone do that. I pulled my hat low over my eyes- like a rainstorm on my mind.