"Yeah. But I hope you didn't." I said and she looked at the floor. I cleared my throat and she looked up again, faked a smile at me and sighed.
"Sure. Whatever makes you happy." she said and we stoped walking. We entered 'the room' and sat down, as usual.
"Hope this time you wont go all nuts on me Bloom." I said as I looked at her and she smiled at me.
"Phill gave me some meds. He said I can take them for now, but not forever. So you don't have to worry about that for a few days." she said and i sighed, then nodded. I knew the meds weren't the permanent solution, but I was glad to know I could relax and not worry about her going nuts. At least for a few days.
"I... I w... I wanted.. t. t... to go... next." Timmy said slowly while taking quick breaths and everyone looked at him with their eyes full of confusion.
"What is so shocking?" I whispered to Riven that wassitting next to me and he shook his head a little.
"This is the first time he wants to talk and that we are not forcing him." he whispered back while still showing the shock trough his eyes.
"H... Hello... M... My nam...e.. nme... name..." he tried to talk but he stoped after just a few seconds. He took a deep breath and looked down at the floor.
"This is gonna take forever." I whispered to my chin, hoping nobody would hear me, but Stella punched me in the arm, so I knew I failed.
"Ouch!" I quietly said, trying not to cause attention. Timmy sighed, then continued.
"My name i... is... Timmy... and I... And... I... and... have... ve... ha.. have a... com... c... communicati... on... communication d... dis...dis.. dissor.. disorder." I felt like the biggest jerk in the world, considering what I said just seconds earlier.
"Hello Timmy."
"I... I... um.. my... ym... my mom... kn... knew .. I... I.. had it... when... I..." he paused.
"I'm s... s.. sorry." he said and started crying. He placed his hands over his eyes, causing his glasses to fall off. He was shaking like crazy.
"It's okay Timmy." Flora said and tapped his back. He nodded while still hiding his eyes.
"You can do it, dude." Riven said and Timmy sighed again, he then took the glasses off the ground and placed them back on his face.
"She knew... I... I.. had.. it when... I.. ufr.. wh.. was ... 6... She... she t.. took too mu.. munch.. much... time to.. call.. a doc.. dco.. dcotor .. doctor.. and... a.. a.. and n.. when I.. I.. I was 12 I... coul... couldn't spea... speak at all." he stopped to catch his breath.
"J... just a... j... j..." he stopped again.
"Timmy, just think about happy stuff. Maybe it will help?" Stella said softly while leaning her head a little.
"I... I d.. I don't h.. have an.. anything... happy t.. too. to.. think.. ab.. out... about." he said and I felt so bad for him. Even I had some good memories in my life... No matter how bad it was at that point, I could aways remember the summer vacations my family had, the tasty meals my mother would make, her cold hands holding mine when I was just a little boy, telling me everything will be alright... Telling me that everything will fix it self.
"An... anyway... she.. de.. dec.. decided t... to.. pay at... attention... wh.. when I... was,.. sile.. silent fo... for a... m.. m.. month. She th... then... t... tol.. told me.. I w.. was st.. stupid...and wor... wor... wor.. worthless an.. and th.. that It wou.. would be.. bet... better If.. I ... I.. just died... So I... I... I tried c.. commiting... s... sui.. suicide b... but... she sa... saw me... and sai... said I can... cant die in ... the... house... so... s... s.. so she ... cal... called pe... people.. people from.. here... and... I was ... here... for... 8 m.. mm... months n..now. I am... am... 17... a... and wh... when sh... she too... took me... he.. here I... I was... 16. S... So she... she.. waited... 10.. 10.. years ... ye... years t... to.. get.. me.. m ... me.. help." he said and closed his eyes, his face showing sadness and disappointment.
"We don't judge." what was there to be judged?! He was an innocent kid with an terrible mother and a problem that no one helped him with.
"Dude, I'm so sorry to hear your story." I said, trying to break the silence that was slowly forming around all of us and he nodded. His eyes opened once again.
"I... I a... am s.. sor... sorry It... e.. exis.. exists." he added. I knew that everyone was proud of him for saying that much. I was too, even though I didn't know him for a long time, I felt like I did. He was the first one I met out of all of them.
"A... al.. also.. it's... al.. almost 1... 12... o'clock... you... sho.. should g.. go... o.. on you.. your.. meting."he told me. I nodded and stood up while brushing off the dust from my jeans.
"Damn Timmy, you're on a roll." Riven said and Timmy smiled. I got out and went to Ethan. I entered his office and sat down on my usual place.
"Good to see you." Ethan said while looking at a peice of paper that he was holding.
"Um, yeah." I mummbled and he raised his eyebrow while still not moving his eyes off of the paper.
"How was your day tod-"
"I want to talk to my mother." I said before he could finish his sentence. He looked up at me a little shocked, but still forming a smile.
"Yesterday you ran out of the office when I offered it. Now you want it. I knew I was good, but that good?" he said and I looked at him annoyed. He handed me the phone.
"Go ahead." he said and I simly started at the phone that I had in my hand. I couldn't bring myself to calling her. I really wanted to, especially after the story Timmy shared with us, but I just... couldn't. But I knew I couldn't back out of it. So I... I called her.
"Hello, Mr. Ethan?" I heard my mothers voice. It was weak and quiet, but it was enough to give me shivers.
"N.. No mum. It's me. Helia."
"... Don't call me." she said, this time louder and stronger, and a few seconds later she hung up. I couldn't believe it. I sat there, motionless, hoping that it wasn't happening. But it was. She really didn't care.
"Helia... I'm..." Ethan started talking but I threw the phone at the ground and ran out. She wished for me not to call her? Fine. I won't. Never again.