Chapter 16

Lightning was quiet. The room filled with sweet soft nothings that came from the speakers that usually broadcasted soft tunes. It was cold, but Lightning didn't care… Not anymore at least. Across from her was a tall man in a white sweater, his hair was partly gray, his hands shook a little from the cold of the room. He sat in a chair in front of Lightning, who gave a rather blank stare at the man.

"So, Claire," He spoke. "How have you been?"

Lightning responded with her blank stare, what she was staring at nobody knew.

"Claire, can you hear me?"

"I hear you…"

"Can you answer my question?

"No."

"Why not?"

Lightning turned to her side on her chair and curled up in a ball; ignoring the man's question.

"Please Claire, tell me."

"No…"

The man let out a sigh and folded his legs. "I understand you've been writing?" He asks. "What have you been writing about?"

"My daughter." She said coldly.

"Your psychiatrist tells me you're here because of her," He folded his legs while speaking. "Why is that?"

Lightning was silent. The cold shoulder was strong with the man, and he was not having her childish behavior. The man gave a sigh and bounced his leg awaiting her answer, but the rose haired woman's prolonged silence ate away at his patience.

"You know, your sister came to visit you today?"

"She did?"

"Yes, she sitting out there in the hallway."

Lightning sat up and looked to the door, she didn't turn her head to the man across from her. "Can she come in?"

"Surely." The man said before standing; he walked over to the door and called in Serah, who was ever so happy to see her older sister.

"Hey Claire!" Her excitement almost brought life into her eldest sister… Almost. Although it did bring a smile to her face. The youngest Farron greeted her sister with a hug before sitting in the spare chair next to Claire's.

"So, Serah," The man began. "You know of Claire's daughter?"

"Oh, yes, she was lovely." She said. "A little ball of happiness she was."

"Claire refuses to tell me about her, could you maybe give some insight as to what had happened to her?"

Lightning held onto Serah's hand and gripped it tightly. Serah winced feeling such pressure to her hand.

"U-uh, we don't really talk about what happened, it's highly personal."

"Serah, perhaps you don't know, but I've been trying to get Claire to tell me for weeks, she refuses to talk, she doesn't show me her writings or anything!" He said. "I was hoping you could tell me."

Lightning's grip became tighter.

"Please, it's the only way I can help her."

Serah pulled her hand away from her sister's and in return was given a dagger-like glare.

"Fine, I'll tell you…" Serah gave a straight face. "My niece, she… Passed away a few years ago and my sister hasn't been the same since."

"Any indication of how she passed away?"

"None that I know of."

The man looked at Lightning. "I'm very sorry to hear that; child loss is a very heavy weight that effects some of my other patients as well as you, Claire." His sympathy broke no barriers to Lightning.

Lightning began to shake her head lightly. "Get out…" She mumbled.

"Excuse me?" Asks the man

"Get out!" She screamed. "Get out, Get out!"

The man sat put. "I cannot leave until our session is over, Claire."

"Don't call me that, I am Lightning!" She bellowed. "I only destroy!"

"Claire, calm down!" Serah cried.

Lightning swung her hand back and slapped her sister across the face. "I want you out too!"

Serah held her cheek, which stung from her sister's hand. "Claire…"

"I want everybody out of my room!" She continued to scream, and couldn't stop screaming.

Lightning had scared the man and Serah from her room, she was once again left alone, it was then she stopped her frantic screaming. She sat there heaving heavily, turning her head to her desk. She rushed over to the desk to the small locked book that laid upon it and snatched it, holding it close to her chest. She then began to cry, she hugged the book tightly and cried. The soft tunes in the room doing nothing to calm her, she only cried louder. It was fair to say by now that Lightning was isolated in a shell, full of anger, denial and sadness. Would this place help Lightning, or deem her untreatable?