Author's Note: Hello all! Sorry this took so long to update. I don't write my entire story and then update it bit by bit, I write chapter by chapter.
Well, I hope this little chappy is ok. I think it's moving too fast into the plot, but ok...
Disclaimer: I think I'll name my hunk of cheese...Bob Saget.
TDIN: 1.3
"Tape 12, session 13, 1:30 PM, today is January 3rd. Subject, Riku Ishida, has been communicating through written language. Minor improvement in displaying emotions and insomnia."
-cracklecrackle-
"Hello Riku, are you having a nice day?"
-silence-
"Okay, Riku, we have to start talking about what happened."
Riku starts fiddling with his fingers and looks up to Dr. Leonhart. He opens his mouth faintly, and pauses. He then closes his mouth, only to open it once again.
"Yes?"
Waiting, the doctor exhales softly.
"How do you think you got admitted here? It's not because of your PTSD. Come on, try to answer me honestly."
Riku writes, "I don't know." The doctor takes off his glasses and wipes them off. He returns them to his eyes, flipping away his long russet bangs. He then proceeds to look deeply into Riku's azure eyes.
"Riku...you overdosed on a bottle of Prozac. We don't know how you got it, but your friend found you on the floor of the bathroom, thankfully, only minutes later. The hospital pumped your stomach. It was then that we diagnosed you with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder."
Riku's knuckles turn a blinding white. But he nods to continue on.
"I'm sorry...but you were admitted to this center for a suicide attempt. Do you understand?"
-ragged breathing-
"Riku? R-riku? Are you okay? Riku!"
-cracklecracklecrackle-
"Subject is experiencing panic attack."
-click-
- - -
Riku can't breathe.
He's lying on a white white bed, with white white sheets.
But he can't see them.
He can't breathe...
His heart feels like it might burst.
Doctor Leonhart's running by him...strange...is he moving?
Very sloowwlllyyy...
Riku feels the sweat running down his face...and something else...
Tears?
He feels his body shaking violently.
A plastic mask is placed over his mouth and suddenly, he can breathe.
But now...he can feel it...
What does he feel?
Something he never wants to feel again.
Fear. Fear that he just might lose himself again. Fear for everything.
And something he never wants to remember...ever again.
Him.
And the world whirls by and by, never stopping for the little lost boy.
Poor poor Riku.
Author's Note: Poor Riku, I do love picking on him.
Well,it took me about a week to write and upload this. I know, slow aren't I? Usually I'm not, but this week was a WRITER'S BLOCK week.
I hate those.
Now please, review.
In the words of a close friend,
"It's only polite."