Troubled Teens

Chapter 2: Silent Speech (Trowa's Set Back)

"And what is your relation to the boy?" An officer stood with a woman about 20 looking in on a hospital room window.
"He's my brother, is he going to be ok?" The woman was Catherine Bloom she watched as a nurse and a doctor moved away from a 16 year old. From what she saw he was strapped down and his breathing was now stable from what she could see from the window.
"I wouldn't know, has he ever done anything like this before? Your mother and father will also need to be informed can we get there names?" Catherin moved away from the window, standing a very far distance from the window.
"Our mother and father are both gone. They died when he was young..." She hesitated and the officer was looking her now straight in the eye.
"He's never done anything like this." Catherine's voice made the officer think other wise.
"Catherine? I am Dr. Ruiz." The doctor had pushed the officer away before he could ask his last question. He took Catherine's hand with out her knowing it giving it a light shake.
"Um, oh yes doctor that is me, sorry I was off in my own world there for a moment." She shook back and gave a smile that made the officer move away. The doctor took her aside to sit in some chairs that were father from the room her brother was in.
"Catherine, your brother, Trowa didn't do much damage but he has caused him self to be scared for quiet a while. Now I know the officer may have gone threw with this question but I need to know in order to deal with him now." Catherine looked puzzled but understood what the doctor was mostly asking.
"Like I told Officer Dolor, I got off of work like I always do; Trowa was to be home from school already. I walked in and called out to him but he didn't come. So I went into his room were I found him. The glass was shattered his room was a mess and he was bleeding." She rapped her arms around herself as if for some kind of comfort.
"Well when you were on your way here he woke up and he was as if in hysterics. So we had to strap him down, but in all my history as a doctor I never thought I'd see something like this again." The doctor stood and the squatted in front of Catherine.
"Can you help him, what id there that could be wrong with him?"
"From what we have noticed he is dealing with emotions that just don't seem to be coming out right now. Before we were able to deal with him he seemed to be lashing out at himself. What I think is that before you found him he came across those emotions in his room and wasn't able to handle it yet, so he had to deal with the matter."
"So what are you going to do, can I take him home anytime soon?"
"You will after a couple of days, I want a therapist to talk with him and then we will see what they think we should do." Catherine stood and walked with the doctor as he talked more on what Trowa must be going threw.

Hospital Room # 3 The Next Day

"Trowa, hello my name is Mary I'm the hospital therapist; I'm going to have them take off your restraints now ok." Trowa's green eyes looked around and then he nodded. He felt the restraints come off and he sat up a bit keeping his eyes on his hands.
"Trowa I want to ask you some questions is that ok?" Trowa didn't look up nor did he answer.
"Do you not want to talk Trowa?" Nothing again and he looked at Dr. Ruiz. He shook his head and she turned back to the brown haired boy.
"Trowa why did you hurt yourself," He tensed and griped the sheet.
"Why won't you talk with me Trowa?" Mary pulled out a note pad seeing that she wasn't going to get anything out of him.
"Maybe it would be best if you wrote or drew it out, I'll leave this with you but until we get to communicating I'm afraid I can't let your sister near you." He ran his finger on the pad of paper and then looked at the woman as she left.

Later that Night

Trowa looked at the paper at finally put the pencil to it, weird object began to appear as the pencil ran over the paper. He didn't seem to notice anything around him as he wrote he just kept him mind hopefully in a good place.
He had gotten home before Catherine and his head began to hurt. While he was looking threw the medicine cabinets that's when it hit him, he could hear it. He walked out into the living room, a woman and a man stood there both looking frightened, and a little girl's voice. Trowa stood stunned to the spot until he could hear crying and then he ran. Trowa ran into his room and locked the door.
He stood up agents the door he banged his head to the door trying to drown out the voices. But nothing seemed to work, he walked away hearing the voices coming closer to the door. Looking all around he looked for away out but nothing he moved to bed waiting at the foot to see what would come from the door. A slight knock and the voices began again.
He shook his head and he jammed his fist into the mirror next to his closet, letting the glass fall onto his arms and onto his body as he fell to the ground. He shut his eyes tight and opened his mouth as if to scream but nothing. In a brief moment dizziness hit him and he was blacking out from his whole run threw.

Trowa sat on his bed eyes unfocused and at least 7 pages full of writing and figures that scared him to the point were he threw it into the air and pulled his knees close rocking back and forth.

The Next Day

"From what this shows he is dealing with things from his past, if anything doctor he needs something to bring that out." A man stood next to Dr. Ruiz.
"I don't think that would be best, not until we try to talk to him again and then we can suggest the school Mr. Sanders. Plus this will be a big change on his sister she loves him very much." Dr, Ruiz walked into the room calling Catherine out to talk with Mr. Sanders.
"Hello Catherine, I'm Scott Sanders, I would like to talk to you about what Trowa is going threw right now." Cathrine shook his hand and then turned her attention to Trowa who could not hear them since they were out side.
"What about it, is there something else wrong?"
"No nothing else it just that I know of a place that is able to help him it is a school up in the mountains. I don't want you to make a decision until we talk with Trowa again just to be sure, and to give you enough time to see what needs to happen." Mr. Sanders walked past her handing her a stapled packet and signaling for her to fallow.