Forever

Stupid depression, making me non motivated. I have to remember to keep taking my pills, because I haven't been motivated to write in any of my other fan fictions except this one. So that break was way shorter than I was going to make it. Oh well.

I guess now you all get to see Scarlett get tortur- I mean get the mental help she needs from a crazy pedophi- obviously qualified therapist. And by that I mean Happy Flappy. Here you are, you sick weirdos.

NOTE: Today's chapter title is inspired by a card game. Virtual cookies to anyone who can figure out which game. Hint: one of the cards is a custom card that's made up.

Chapter 5 - In a Pinch, Shouting "I Can Do This!" When It's Clear You Can't Do It, Can be a Suitable Subsitute for Court-Ordered Rehab

Try to make me go to rehab, I'll say no, no, no! - "Rehab" Keller & Keels

I didn't know what to expect the next day. The day went by in a very bland and boring way, and before I knew it, it was suddenly time for me to have to go see Happy Flappy. On purpose. For therapy. Something told me this was going to go very wrong. It didn't help that my previous encounter with the man the day before left litteral scars on me. But I metaphorically swallowed my fears and went to his office.

It was still creepy, though I hadn't expected it to change much in one day. But I had thought he would want to let in a little more light, but apparently he didn't. Flappy sat at his desk, smiling his disturbing smile at me as I came in.

"Ah! Scarlett! There you are!" he greeted me, "Come in! Have a seat."

I obeyed, taking the small chair in front of his desk. He didn't speak to me right away, instead he shuffled papers on his desk, wrote something down, then reached into his desk. As he did, I flinched, the recent memory of him pulling a knife out of there rushing back to me. He saw me flinch and smiled.

"Oh don't worry, my dear, I'm just putting my pen away," he reassured me. He closed the drawer and folded his fingers. "So, Scarlett, how's it going?"

I simply stared at him, the change in his demeanor quite distracting to me. "Um, fine, I suppose," I replied, hoping I sounded earnest.

Flappy smiled. "Good," he nodded, "Are your classes to your liking? Are you getting along with your room mates?"

"Well enough," I muttered, choosing not to mention my bitter hatred of one of them. I decided that the less this guy knew about me, the better.

I grew uncomfortable as he continued to smile at me, not saying anything. I fidgeted in my chair, wondering if I was suppose to say or do something. Eventually he let out a strange little sigh.

"You're a very beautiful young woman, Scarlett," he informed me, "Has anyone ever told that?" He cocked his head slightly.

I had absolutely no idea how to repond to this. I suppose he thought he was being endearing and thoughtful, but to me he just came off as creepy and unsettling. I mean, how is one supposed to reply in a situation such as this? Just smile and say "thanks" like it isn't weird? My eyes darted to the floor, then back to his smiling face.

Then, like he hadn't said anything at all, he stood up and started pacing. "You know, I have seen that show you were on. What was it called? Totally Drama, or something?"

"Total Drama," I replied, a bit defensively.

"Yes, of course," he said, dismissively, "How are you adjusting? I thought having Max in the same room as you would help you settle in."

I don't know what gave him that idea. If he had truly watched the show (and paid any attention to what I said) he would now how much I despised Max. Stupid little weirdo. But I wasn't going to say this out loud. I didn't want to provoke him.

"Yeah," I replied, "I'm so glad I have Max around." Total lie right there, but it seemed to satisfy him.

He sat back down in his chair. "I'm glad to hear it," he said. He glanced at the clock. "Ah! Our time is up! You may go now. See you next week."

I nodded and quickly got up, heading towards the door. I was desperate to be out of there.

"Oh Scarlett!" he called me back.

I paused, my hand on the door knob. "Yes, sir?" I said.

"You really are a very beautiful girl," he replied, "I will be watching you with interest."

On that rather awkward and pervy note (yes, I did say "pervy"), I left the room. I made sure to make it at least all the way down the hall before stopping and pressing against the wall to gather my thoughts. Ok, that was weird. If that had been a one time thing, I could've maybe gotten past it. But something told me that every time I stepped into that office, things would get stranger and stranger.

Sighing, I turned to start heading back up to my dorm room when I almost ran into Max. I gasped and threw my hands up to stop us from colliding. My breath was short and my heart pounded, as one would do when one is startled.

"Careful!" he growled, "You almost ran into me!"

"What are you doing down here?" I wondered, deciding to ignore a greeting.

"I'm going to therapy," he spoke the word "therapy" with as much hate and distaste in his voice as he could muster, "I have it right after you."

I should've remembered that, but I didn't want to acknowledge that he was right. So instead, I simply stepped around him and continued up to the dorm. On my way up, I had the unfortunate luck of crossing paths with Tom.

"Oh, hey there, Sandy," he greeted me.

"My name is Scarlett," I corrected him, walking past him. He jogged to catch up with me.

"Where are you going?" he asked me.

"Back to the room," I replied simply. Why was he following me?

"Right, right," he said, "I was just heading there myself. Maybe we can walk together?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

I stopped dead in my tracks. He was up to something. The smooth, sauve tone he was using, and the raised eyebrow told me I didn't want to be anywhere near this guy. So I thought of something fast.

"Oh, I just remembered!" I said, hurridly, "I'm going to meet Max for lunch! Yeah, it's in about ten minutes, you know. I should probably go find him. Don't wait up for me or anything."

So I quickly retreated, leaving Tom standing there, rather confused. I felt I had dodged a bullet, but now that meant I had to go wait for Max if I wanted my excuse to hold any water. Though it was true that everyone had lunch at the same time, I had learned that we didn't all have to show up at the same time. Or even in the cafeteria. There were picnic tables and benches all around outside for anyone who needed sunshine. Max needed sunshine. I decided I would try to convince him to eat outside today.

I stood outside of Flappy's office (a safe distance away, of course,) waiting for Max. As I waited, I heard a strange sound. The hallway was empty, and I was far away enough from the office so I wouldn't hear anything coming from it. So what was that strainge noise? It sounded faintly of a train running on tracks and a horn blowing. And it sounded very far away.

I shook my head to get rid of this strange feeling. It seemed to pass in a few seconds. But still, I couldn't help but wonder what it had been.

I want to end it there, because I want to do something different for the next chapter. I'm not going to tell you what it is, though.

So how'd y'all like it? Isn't Flappy a perverted weirdo, hitting on Scarlett like that? You could make the arguement that "Oh, he's just trying to help her feel better about herself. It's all part of the rehabilitation process!" But you know that's a load of BS. And then there's Tom. Oh Tom, the things you're going to do.

Hey, Stephanie didn't appear in this chapter! Don't worry, she will in the next chapter, probably. Anyway, leave a comment, and maybe try to guess what will happen next! Caio!