A/N
Well thank you for the wonderful reviews, short but all together great. If you have any suggestions please don't hesitate to ask. Ohhh I'm sorry it takes me a while to write the story I have a ton of homework, and an All school production to do so yeah, I try so yeah hope you enjoy the story. And I'm trying to write my other Fanfic but it's hard to keep two stories going at once.
Chapter Five: The Awakening
Ryan slowly opened his eyes, his vision blurred. His eyes focused, but he squinted in the bright light. He tried to move his arms but found he had been restrained. He jiggled around, his feet were bound also. He took in his surroundings, the room was made of white brick and there were bars on his windows. He doubted he was dead. He looked at his writs and saw they had been bandage up. He shivered he was cold and he had been sweating. Then looking up he saw a camera in the corner of the room. Ryan stared at intently as he lay there. Wondering who could be looking at him.
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The Cohen's sat in the waiting room, Sandy had blood stains on his shirt and Kirsten sat there sobbing, while Seth slept in his chair. The doctor came in and Sandy looked up.
"He's awake…" The doctor informed, "If you would like to see him you may follow me." The doctor stood there while Sandy stood, as did Kirsten, Sandy shook Seth awake and wordlessly he rose.
"Let's go…" Sandy said.
"If you will follow me…" The doctor said standing up. "We have put him under suicide watch; he has been restrained to a bed in isolation. Please do not be alarmed but any precautions we have taken, and do not under any circumstances remove his restraints. We would like to keep him under watch for another day or so. Then I think counseling would be best." The doctor explained. Sandy just nodded not knowing what to say. They reached a metal door; the doctor showed his ID to a security guard who opened the door. Then the doctor swiped his card through a card reader to open another door. Finally they walked down a cold corridor and stopped at room 16. The doctor swiped his card again and the door opened. The Cohen's entered wordlessly, but the doctor stayed outside. Ryan kept his had down not looking up.
"Hey kid…" Sandy said making his way over to the bed side. Ryan turned his head away from Sandy he couldn't look in his eyes. Kirsten was still sobbing and Sandy held her I his arms.
"Hey man, nice place." Seth tried to joke. Ryan didn't know what to say he looked up at the ceiling.
"Come on talk to us…" Sandy said.
"I" m sorry…" Ryan finally choked out.
"There's no need for apologies, were just glad to see that our son is alive." Sandy said softly.
"Son?" Ryan said bitterly.
"Yes, you are our son, we love you, whether you like it or not." Sandy said trying to smile.
"How long have I been out?" Ryan asked.
"Since last night…" Sandy said.
"Can I get these restraints off?" Ryan asked hopefully.
"Sorry no can do, doctors orders." Sandy said. Ryan just slumped back in the bed.
"How long do I have to be here?" Ryan asked.
"A day or so…" Sandy said.
"I hate hospitals….Dose anyone else…know?" Ryan asked softly.
"No, people might be suspicious about the ambulance but nothing but suspicions." Seth said.
"Can we keep it that way…?" Ryan asked.
"Ryan I don't think denial is the best way to handle this." Sandy said carefully.
"Not denial, I just don't want people to know…please don't tell anyone." Ryan pleaded.
"For now…" Sandy said after a while. Suddenly the doctor entered.
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid your time is up, you can see him tomorrow, bring him some cloths maybe. But he has a meeting with a physiatrist now, so I'm afraid I have to ask you to leave."
"Why do I have to see a shrink?" Ryan asked loudly.
"There is no need to yell Mr. Atwood." The doctor said calmly.
"I'm not yelling just raising my voice…" Ryan said defensively.
"Well, in any case, you have just tried to kill yourself and seeking professional help is a given in this situation." The doctor explained.
"Fine…" Ryan said collapsing in his restraints. "Can I at least get the restraints off while I have the meeting? And could you get some sheets its kinda cold in here…" Ryan said.
"That may be arranged." The doctor said
"We'll see you tomorrow morning Ryan…" Sandy said leaving slowly.
Ryan laid his head back onto the firm mattress, alone he lay…waiting for something. Suddenly the door opened and a guard led in a youngish man of about 30 years. The guard undid Ryan slowly. Ryan said up and stretched.
"Hello my name is Daniel Peters." The man said sitting down in a chair he had bought with him. Ryan looked up but didn't say a word. "I guess we should get started…So you tried to kill yourself…why?" Daniel asked bluntly, he looked at Ryan with an unflinching gaze.
"I donno…" Ryan said eventually looking down at the floor.
"Bullshit…" Daniel countered, "Everyone does it for a reason. Why'd you try?"
Ryan just looked blankly at the floor, then to his wrists.
"Come on, I can sit here for as long as I have too… you have a good thing going for you here…The Cohen's took you in, so why try and op yourself. And don't you think it's a bit selfish." Daniel asked frankly.
"I wasn't being selfish…" Ryan said sternly.
"Oh no?" Daniel countered.
"No…I did it for them…" Ryan said not looking up.
"Them?" Daniel asked, intrigued.
"The Cohen's…" Ryan said
"I don't think they wanted you dead…" Daniel said leaning back.
"Not like that….I just wanted them to stop worrying and to let me go…I'm not their son." Ryan said sadly.
"But they think of you as their son don't they?" Daniel said.
"Saying isn't believing…" Ryan said bluntly. He was suddenly shocked by how much he had said.
"What about your friends?" Daniel asked.
"What about them?" Ryan asked.
"Did you think about them…?" Daniel asked calmly.
"Yeah…oh course…I just thought they would be better off without me…" Ryan said.
"Why do you say that?" Daniel asked.
"Because I'm…white trash…" Ryan said recalling the words of his mother.
"In Newport…no one who lives in the unnumbered streets is white trash…" Daniel said matter-O-factly.
"I am…" Ryan said. Suddenly there was a knock at the door, both of them looked and saw the guard who nodded at Daniel, who nodded back.
"I'm sorry our time is up…I will see you tomorrow…" Daniel said getting up.
"When do I get out of here?" Ryan asked.
"When you're ready." Daniel replied.
"When I'm ready? I'm ready now." Ryan said sternly.
"Maybe, tomorrow if the session goes well…" Daniel said leaving. The door closed behind him with a low thud and Ryan was left alone. He sunk back into the bed and looked at his wrists. Slowly he unraveled the bandages, more and more bandages rolled off, to reveal his scars. It had been a reasonably shallow cut so the scar was not huge but still noticeable. Ryan flexed his hand, but it was hard and it hurt. Giving up he lay down to sleep.
Ryan at the age of 14 sat on his porch steps. His arms were bruised but covered by his jumper, his black eye was puffed and sore. A thunderous crack above sounded and then the rain started to fall. Suddenly behind him he heard footsteps walking towards the door. Getting up he limped out into the rain, when he got to the street he wasn't sure where to go. He made his way down to the left his legs killing him.
"Where you going kid!" a male voice yelled from behind him. But Ryan kept walking. "Look at me when I talk to you piece of shit!" The man yelled again. "Get inside we don't want you costing us anymore hospital bills." The man grabbed Ryan by his jumper and hauled him inside throwing him to the ground.
"Where the hell have you been!?" Dawn screeched, Ryan just sat there cradling his throbbing arm.
"Answer your mother you little bitch!" The man yelled, Ryan looked up at the man and saw a bottle of Jack Daniels coming down right on his face.
There was a loud bang that woke Ryan from hi slumber, and the sound of plastic sliding on cement. Ryan looked at the door and saw some food and drink. Ryan made his way to the door and picked up the iced water and drank it down. He ate some of the fruit that was on the tray and a roll but left what he couldn't identify.
Content for now he lay back down and fell into a dreamless slumber.
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Seth lay on his bed, Captain Oats standing on his chest; Seth didn't know how Ryan could do this.
"He tried to talk down Oliver…how could he be such a hypocrite?" Seth asked Captain Oats. It was getting around twelve and suddenly his cell phone rang. He didn't want to get it but knew if he didn't people would come looking for him. Sluggishly he picked it up, it was Summer.
"Hey…" He said tiredly.
"Cohen what's up why aren't you and Ryan at school?" Summer asked agitated.
"Uhh….not feeling 100… neither is Ryan" Seth lied.
"Ohhh, I'll come round after school, give you some cheering up…I'll bring the whole gang." Summer said lightheartedly.
"No…no I don't want you guys to catch anything, I'll see you tomorrow ok, maybe…" Seth said unstably.
"Ohhh, sure that's cool…bye Cohen." Summer said disappointed.
"Bye Sum." Seth said hanging up the Phone.
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Summer hung up the phone and set it down on the lunch table.
"I think we were just blown off…" She said to Anna and Marisa.
"What?" Anna asked looking up from her lunch.
"Cohen, he just blew us off." Summer said slightly shocked.
"Why?" Anna perused.
"Donno…I'll go around after school. He said he and Ryan were sick but he's crap at lying, I'll go round see what's up." Summer said.
"Yeah we'll all come around…" Marisa said, both of the girls looked at her. "What? He can't ignore us forever."
"Yeah well, I'm sure Mr. I'm so broody can ignore us for a lot longer than you think." Summer said leaning back in her chair.
They went back to eating their food in near silence no one knowing what to say. Finally they all dispersed and went to class agreeing to meet in the parking lot after school.
Seth lay alone his father had just left from one of the quietest conversations he had ever had. Ryan might be coming home the next day but he couldn't be sure. He didn't know how he should feel, angry, depressed, and anxious it was driving him insane. Death Cab played in his stereo and his eyes were closed. All he could see was Ryan's limp body on the bathroom floor; he was restless so he decided to have a shower. It was coming on four o'clock when Seth stepped out. He wrapped a towel around his waist and looked in the mirror. God he hated his body, so thin and bean like. He suppressed his rage and walked down to his room. Getting inside he discarded the towel and look through some cloths suddenly there was a knock at his door.
"Hold On, getting dressed!" He called out. But the intruder opened the door.
"Cohen I'm not going to…" Summer started; leading Anna behind her but spun her whole body when she saw Seth in all his glory….as did Anna.
"Oh my god…I'm like so sorry…" Summer said blushing; Anna tried to suppress her laughter. Seth pulled on his cloths hurriedly.
"I'm decent…" he said, the girls turning cautiously around.
"You don't look very sick Cohen…" Anna said.
"Ahh, the thing about that…" Seth started but he heard a scream from across the hall. "What was that?" Seth asked quickly moving in the direction of the sound.
"Marisa, she went to find Ryan… I told her he was in the guest room…" Summer said.
"Where is he?" Marisa asked angrily.
"Ahh…" Seth stuttered.
"Where is he…there's blood on the floor…" Marisa said. Suddenly Sandy came running up the stairs and down the hall.
"What's going on up here?" He asked.
"Where's Ryan?" Marisa asked.
"He's not here…" Sandy said vaguely.
"I can see that…why is there blood…?" Marisa asked tentatively.
"Ahh, there was an accident, Ryan may tell you but I think this is one of those things you have to pretend you didn't see…" Seth said. Sandy gave Seth a look, while Seth just shrugged it off.
"Coop, maybe we should go…" Summer said.
"Yeah I guess, will Ryan be home tomorrow?" Marisa asked.
"We don't know…" Sandy said glumly.
"You never told me where he was..." Marisa said.
"No, I guess we didn't." Seth said leading them out the door.
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That night at dinner was silent and awkward. No one said anything they just ate in complete silence. Seth couldn't sleep he lay there restless; he drowned himself in his music hoping it would lull him into a sleep…which it did.
He was awoken when Sandy shook him awake.
"Hey kid, where going to see Ryan in about 10 minuets, so get up if you want to see him…" Sandy said.
Seth slowly got up his eyes red and tiered. He made his way down to breakfast dressed and ready, quickly gulping down some coffee he made his way out to the car.
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Ryan couldn't sleep he tossed and turned on the hard bed, he had been moved from isolation to a normal room with a bed. His room was warm but still he couldn't sleep. Finally around 3 A.M. he drifted off into a light sleep, periodically awaking, from his dreams. Around 10 o'clock the next morning he woke to find the Cohen's sitting in his room. He sat up and ran his hand though his hair.
"You're awake…" Sandy said.
"Seems like…" Ryan said not knowing what to say.
"Oh Ryan…" Kirsten said hugging Ryan, "We were so worried, don't do something like that ever again…"
"Don't worry, I won't…"Ryan said calmly.
"How was therapy?" Seth said with a weak smile.
"Seth…" Sandy and Kirsten chastised. Seth held his hands up in surrender.
"Ohhh, I should tell you that Marisa came over yesterday with Summer and Anna." Seth said.
"Did you tell them anything?" Ryan asked almost accusingly.
"No, we covered but she saw blood so you might have to tell her something…" Seth said.
"When can I get out of here?" Ryan asked, changing the subject.
"As soon as possible…" Sandy said. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Daniel came in.
"Ahh Ryan your up, and have visitors…hi I'm Daniel Peter's the resident physiatrist." Daniel said out stretching his hand towards Sandy.
"Sandy." Sandy said shaking his hand.
"I'm sorry I must ask you to leave, you can come back in about an hour." Daniel explained.
"Well, come back in an hour Kid." Sandy said leading his wife and Seth out the door. Once they were gone Daniel closed the door, and took a seat next to Ryan's bed.
"So how are we feeling?" Daniel asked.
"Fine…I guess…considering…"Ryan said awkwardly.
"Well, good, do you like talking to me?" Daniel asked, sitting up and opening his note book.
"It's Ok I guess…" Ryan said looking off in another direction.
"Well good, because I have recommended you see me once you get released." Daniel said. Ryan looked at him shocked.
"When do I get out?" Ryan asked, hope in his eyes.
"Actually after this session, you don't seem to want to kill yourself from what I can tell, but I do think you and I need to have constant contact." Daniel said.
"Do I have a choice?" Ryan said.
"Not really, the idea is being pitched to your folks right now; I think it would be for the best…" Daniel said.
"So doctor Peters." Ryan started.
"Dan…please" Dan interrupted.
"Dan, how often would I have to see you?" Ryan asked sitting up.
"Well it depends I would like every second or third day for about a month or so then maybe once a week. Depends on how the sessions go." Dan said
"Do we have to do the whole thing today?" Ryan asked
"No, I don't think you need it today…I will contact you in a day or so, try and settle in to your life again and we will talk." Dan said getting up.
"Oh, ok." Ryan said swinging his legs over the bed.
"Hold on kid, I don't think you can go just yet." Dan said with a smile Ryan just swung himself under the sheets again. "I'll get your folks."
"Not my folks…" Ryan said monotone.
"Whatever you say, I'll just get the Cohen's." Dan said reaching for the door.
"You don't tell them what we talk about?" Ryan asked.
"No, no, it's completely confidential, unless I have your written permission." Dan said opening the door. Once Dan left Ryan jumped out of bed and pulled on his cloths that the Cohen's had stacked neatly on the bedside table. Ryan was glad to see that they had bought him a long sleeve T-shirt that would cover his scars. He was just pulling his jcket on when the door opened.
"Going somewhere?" Sandy asked.
"I hope so…" Ryan said.
"Come on lets get you checked out." Sandy said. Ryan wordlessly walked out of the room and down the corridor Sandy followed.
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Hey, again I apologies for any stupid spelling or grammar errors it's late and I'm tiered…sorry for its lateness and its size.