'Tiffany's Diary, August 11th. It's been a few days since Justin had overdosed on sleeping pills again. I find it ironic how it happened exactly one year later. I'm not saying he knew, but it feels too convenient for him to attempt suicide AGAIN on the exact day he did last year.
August 7th will always be a day of remembrance for me. It's the day when I finally realized that there's something clinically wrong with him. Ever since Ashley found him on the ground that day, everything changed. It hurt even more when I was the one who saw him on the ground.
Before, he never seemed like the type of guy to commit self-harm or attempt suicide. Something's wrong with him and I NEED to get to the bottom of it.
Me and him are finally attending his first therapy session later today. I told Howard that I was finally able to convince him to go. He seemed pretty happy about that. I admire him for actually trying to help, though JD sees it a completely different way.
Maybe, after today, I can finally get an idea as to what's going on in that head of his. I made the promise to be there for every therapy session, and I'm gonna keep that promise.'
Justin and Tiffany prepared to head to the hospital and attend the first therapy session.
"Babe? You ready to go?" the blondie called to her boyfriend.
He walked in, looking like he was being forced against his will, though that wasn't exactly the case.
"Yeah. Let's get it over with."
She opened the door for him, got into her car, and drove to Commotion City General Hospital to meet with Beckman for a long, much needed therapy session. It was a long time coming, but it had to happen eventually.
Once they got there, they were greeted by Tiffany's fellow staff members. Most of these people looked as if they didn't have a clue as to why they were there (to Justin, at least).
They took the elevator and went up to the 2nd floor: the psychiatric unit. Out of every area in the hospital, this was the one that Justin was familiar with the most. Well, besides the emergency room.
They both walked down the hall, holding each other's hands. It was a bit unnerving finally doing this, but it was for the best.
"Dr. Beckman?" the blondie said, arriving in his therapy room. It felt both welcoming and intimidating, which was all but pleasant.
"Ah, Tiffany Maye and Justin Dark. Nice to finally see you here." the balding doctor said, welcoming them. He shut the door, making sure their conversation was kept private.
The two lovers sat down, ready to start this thing. I can't believe we're actually doing this...
Beckman looked at Justin, grabbing a clipboard and a pen.
"So, what's your feeling word for today?" he asked.
He sat there for a second, not knowing what to say. "Um... I guess I'm overwhelmed?"
The doctor nodded, writing it down.
"So, let's begin our therapy session. I guess since it's our first time, I should go easy on you. I know you've been dealing with a lot lately."
"Y-Yeah. I have. It took every last drop of courage to agree to this, but I'm here in Tiffany's best interest."
She smiled at him, pleased that he was thinking of her too.
"Right. Anyway, what's going on with you? Is there anything bothering you?"
Ugh... This is gonna take a while.
"There's a lot bothering me. Where do you wanna start?" he said, already losing patience.
"Hmm... You can start by explaining what was going through your mind a few nights ago."
He shrugged, knowing that he wouldn't be able to give a clear answer.
"I was... I was in the middle of a panic attack. I blacked out, which resulted in me taking a bunch of pills. The rest is all a blur."
Beckman nodded, understanding that very concept, as previous patients have experienced the same issue.
"So, tell me about your experience in Greenseed?"
Oh great, THAT question.
"No. I don't wanna talk about it." he said, trying to avoid it.
Tiffany grabbed his hand, knowing he was about to be in a fit of distress.
"Babe, I think you should open up to him. You've kept it bottled up for well over a year now." the blondie reassured.
"N-No. What happened to me in there, STAYS in there, okay?"
"Mr. Justin? I know what they do in there. The countless experiments, the psychological torture, the abuse?"
Justin began shaking, having many flashbacks in that very moment.
"H-How do you know that?"
The doctor grinned at him, obviously knowing some things.
"I have resources. Heh, you can trust me on that one."
He gulped, feeling intimidated by this doctor.
"Have you ever heard of MKUltra?" Beckman asked, bringing up a rather foreign term to both him and Tiffany.
"Have you ever heard of FUBeckman?" Justin said, beginning to lash out at his new therapist.
"Babe, calm down. You're working yourself up." Tiffany said, trying to tame him.
I can't stay calm if this asshole keeps egging me on!
"Listen, Sir. I know Greenseed was doing inhumane things to several different individuals. You are a rare specimen that managed to be in there, survive, and make your way out. Most people who go there never see the light of day again."
Rare specimen? I'm not a fucking guinea pig... Not anymore, at least!
The amount of discussion became so overwhelming for his ears. Hearing the word 'Greenseed' alone triggered several flashbacks.
"I... I..."
Beckman leaned his head in, hoping he would finally come clean.
"You what?"
He took a deep breath, seeming like he was ready to finally let everything out.
"I just wanna look at the woods."
The moment he made that statement, there was a sudden pause. Everything went quiet. Him saying that out of nowhere with no context was rather ominous, as well as anti-climatic.
They ended the session there, knowing that he was having a difficult time expressing his emotions.
"I'll check back in with him next week. He's making some sort of progress." Beckman said.
"Yeah, okay. I'll see you tomorrow." the blonde nurse said, referring to her shift the next day.
Justin and Tiffany made their way back to the car and went home. He was rather silent ever since the session. Did it help him? Or did it make things worse?
"Hey, I just wanted to say that I'm proud of you." she said to him.
He turned his head towards her. "Proud? For what?"
"For giving his therapy sessions a try. I know it took you every last ounce of courage, but you did it. You got some professional help. Now, was it as bad as you thought it would be?"
Even if Beckman is a sketchy bastard, it wasn't AS bad as I thought. I still don't trust him though. He knows something...
"Sure." he said, putting his head back down.
Ugh... What am I gonna do with him?
They got home and decided to wind down. Tiffany began making dinner. Meanwhile, Justin headed to the bathroom, seemingly to wash up. His face was a mess after he hit his head. But much like his face, his mind was also a complete mess.
He began talking to himself in the mirror, knowing that shit was all broken beyond repair.
"This your life now, Justin. Nothing but abuse, trauma, guilt, pain, and a bunch of assholes stalking you! You fucked up, BIG TIME! It's a tolerable life? Nah, it's a MISERABLE life! Heh...Heh... HEHEHEHEHEHE!"
The day ended with him laughing hysterically, seeming as if he had finally snapped and took a dark turn...