After Everything
Chapter 1:
Needing Help
Amy is in her room crying. It seems for the past couple weeks all she's been doing is crying. She can't stop blaming herself for
Colin's death. There's a knock at the door. Amy: Come in Mrs. Abbott: Honey, it's dinnertime. Do you want anything? 'Cause you know if you do, I'll have Bright just bring it up. Amy: Tall him to bring it up. I'm not that hungry. Instead just have him bring me an apple. I don't really feel like talking to anyone anyway. Mrs. Abbott: Okay then. (closes the door)Harold! We need to talk now. Dr. Abbott: (He's in the living room smoking a pipe and reading The Everwood Pinecone) What is it now, Rose? Mrs. Abbott: It's about Amy. I'm really worried about her. Ever since Colin died, she's locked herself up in her room and just cries all day. She doesn't even talk to anyone anymore. She doesn't even talk to you or me or Bright. She barely eats. Harold, she needs help. Dr. Abbott: In most people this type of thing, only lasts for a week or two. But with her, it's many weeks. Maybe, I'll try to talk to her. After all I am a professional. Mrs. Abbott: You're a professional doctor not a psychiatrist. I think I might give Dr. Trott a call she's supposed to be in town next week. Dr. Abbott: Rose, are you out of your mind! No daughter of mine is going to the woman with that trailer of cheap advice! I'm putting my foot down on this one! No, no and no. Mrs. Abbott: May I remind you that I am the mayor of this city and I make the best decisions I could and Dr. Trott is it. Or if you prefer, I could always ask your mother. Dr. Abbott: Fine, Dr. Trott it is. I'd rather have anybody but my mother giving her advice. Mrs. Abbott: Thank you, Harold. (gives him a kiss on the cheek)
Chapter 2
(One week later)
Amy has already seen Dr. Trott and was now going once a week to grief counseling with Dr. Trott, who was staying in town for three months. When Amy went to her first session, Dr. Abbott tagged along, and was of course questioning everything Dr. Trott said. But in the end, Dr. Trott's psychology degree won over Dr. Abbott's medical one.
Amy is now on her bed reading a poetry book and trying to relieve her mind of any stress. She hears her phone ring. "Hello, Amy speaking". "Amy, it's Ephram. I'm calling from the pay phone on the corner. You said you wanted to see me." "Yeah, Ephram, I did. Go to the back kitchen door. I'll let you in." About 5 minutes later, Amy is running downstairs to sneak Ephram in. She quickly sneaks him in and takes him to room and locks the door. Amy: Thanks for coming. Ephram: Anytime. So what's up. Amy: I need to tell you something. Ephram: What? Amy: I really need a friend right now. Anybody. Kayla and Paige don't want to be friends with me. They say I should just get over Colin (she starts crying at the mention of his name) and go on with my life. But, Ephram, I can't do that. Colin, was my life, he still is. I can't stop blaming myself for his death. I know it's my fault. Ephram: Amy, listen to me. Remember I lost someone close to me too. My mom, she meant the world to me like Colin did to you. It wasn't your fault that he died. You didn't anything to him you only loved him and believe me love never kills anyone. Amy: I know, I know but I can't let go of him. Goddamn it, I need him Ephram, I need him! I can't even look at anyone who knew Colin because I know they look at me as if it was my fault. (Now sobbing uncontrollably) Ephram: Amy, it's ok. (He puts her arm around her) It's ok to cry. I t was his turn to go. There were better plans for him. Here. (He reaches for a tissue and wipes her tears) Amy: Thanks, Ephram. Ephram, where did you come from? You're this sweet, caring guy who still looks after me like an angel or something. Ephram: Your welcome. Come on stop it. I'm no angel. They both lean in and kiss.
Amy is in her room crying. It seems for the past couple weeks all she's been doing is crying. She can't stop blaming herself for
Colin's death. There's a knock at the door. Amy: Come in Mrs. Abbott: Honey, it's dinnertime. Do you want anything? 'Cause you know if you do, I'll have Bright just bring it up. Amy: Tall him to bring it up. I'm not that hungry. Instead just have him bring me an apple. I don't really feel like talking to anyone anyway. Mrs. Abbott: Okay then. (closes the door)Harold! We need to talk now. Dr. Abbott: (He's in the living room smoking a pipe and reading The Everwood Pinecone) What is it now, Rose? Mrs. Abbott: It's about Amy. I'm really worried about her. Ever since Colin died, she's locked herself up in her room and just cries all day. She doesn't even talk to anyone anymore. She doesn't even talk to you or me or Bright. She barely eats. Harold, she needs help. Dr. Abbott: In most people this type of thing, only lasts for a week or two. But with her, it's many weeks. Maybe, I'll try to talk to her. After all I am a professional. Mrs. Abbott: You're a professional doctor not a psychiatrist. I think I might give Dr. Trott a call she's supposed to be in town next week. Dr. Abbott: Rose, are you out of your mind! No daughter of mine is going to the woman with that trailer of cheap advice! I'm putting my foot down on this one! No, no and no. Mrs. Abbott: May I remind you that I am the mayor of this city and I make the best decisions I could and Dr. Trott is it. Or if you prefer, I could always ask your mother. Dr. Abbott: Fine, Dr. Trott it is. I'd rather have anybody but my mother giving her advice. Mrs. Abbott: Thank you, Harold. (gives him a kiss on the cheek)
Chapter 2
(One week later)
Amy has already seen Dr. Trott and was now going once a week to grief counseling with Dr. Trott, who was staying in town for three months. When Amy went to her first session, Dr. Abbott tagged along, and was of course questioning everything Dr. Trott said. But in the end, Dr. Trott's psychology degree won over Dr. Abbott's medical one.
Amy is now on her bed reading a poetry book and trying to relieve her mind of any stress. She hears her phone ring. "Hello, Amy speaking". "Amy, it's Ephram. I'm calling from the pay phone on the corner. You said you wanted to see me." "Yeah, Ephram, I did. Go to the back kitchen door. I'll let you in." About 5 minutes later, Amy is running downstairs to sneak Ephram in. She quickly sneaks him in and takes him to room and locks the door. Amy: Thanks for coming. Ephram: Anytime. So what's up. Amy: I need to tell you something. Ephram: What? Amy: I really need a friend right now. Anybody. Kayla and Paige don't want to be friends with me. They say I should just get over Colin (she starts crying at the mention of his name) and go on with my life. But, Ephram, I can't do that. Colin, was my life, he still is. I can't stop blaming myself for his death. I know it's my fault. Ephram: Amy, listen to me. Remember I lost someone close to me too. My mom, she meant the world to me like Colin did to you. It wasn't your fault that he died. You didn't anything to him you only loved him and believe me love never kills anyone. Amy: I know, I know but I can't let go of him. Goddamn it, I need him Ephram, I need him! I can't even look at anyone who knew Colin because I know they look at me as if it was my fault. (Now sobbing uncontrollably) Ephram: Amy, it's ok. (He puts her arm around her) It's ok to cry. I t was his turn to go. There were better plans for him. Here. (He reaches for a tissue and wipes her tears) Amy: Thanks, Ephram. Ephram, where did you come from? You're this sweet, caring guy who still looks after me like an angel or something. Ephram: Your welcome. Come on stop it. I'm no angel. They both lean in and kiss.