Rockabye
"...and just before she hangs her head to cry, I sing her a lullaby..."
She was on the bus. "What a dreary day," she thought, as she looked out the grimy window and dozed off.
She was talking to the school counselor. Because of the cutting, Olivia had decided to take him up on his offer. He always invited the single parented kids to talk to him sometime. He usually creeped her out, but not now. She realized why when she looked up at him.
"Dr. Huang?" she asked, stunned.
"Yes? Oh, Olivia." He acted as if he'd been woken up from a trance. Perhaps psychoanalyzing everyone he met had finally taken a toll. "It's been a tough situation for me. It seems to have been a tough situation for you as well. It's not abnormal for a woman your age and with these experiences to come to see me. But it is abnormal to keep thinking about cutting yourself."
"Well, I don't know," she heard herself say. "I mean, look at my job. I have to be aggressive, even violent."
"And you think this makes you like the kids you walked home with?"
"I kept trying to convince myself, you know, that they had a choice—be a cutter, don't be a cutter, be violent, don't be violent, but if they had this aggression in side them...even violence, do they have a choice? Does anyone?" That sounded familiar. Huang stood up from his desk, picked up a pen, and walked over beside her.
"This song always seems to comfort people," he told her, obviously feeling incompetent. Holding the pen, he crooned to her...
"Everything's gonna be all right, rockabye...rockabye..."
Olivia woke up, disturbed but laughing, right before her stop. This was going to be a good day, she thought, as she walked into the precinct. Even her subconscious, in the form of the FBI, knew it.
Ok, I have to do another disclaimer; I don't own Evanescence or Shawn Mullins, their music just fits very well with how this is going.