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Post by lizzy3 on Mar 1, 2012 15:18:46 GMT -5
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 WORDS 310 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED KIT AS RILEY Athena smirked. ”Yeah, the parties are still awesome.” He commented on the cigarettes and Thea just smirked. ”I hear liver failure’s a pretty harsh way to go down too.” Not that she cared. What good was living sixty or seventy more years without Kyle? The brunette wasn’t suicidal or anything, but she just didn’t really have… a drive. She didn’t see herself getting married or having kids, or even falling in love. True, Athena was only nineteen, but she’d been through a lot more than anyone ever should. She was mature past her years, knew what people were capable of and what kind of people were out in the world. She didn’t understand moving on. Was it right to forget the people you loved just because they were no longer on this Earth? Athena was pretty confused, she didn’t know if she believed in Heaven or God, and didn’t know if she’d ever see Kyle or Addy again.
She glanced down at her hands, picking at her nail polish. ”I’ve tried the tea. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t,” Athena answered with a shrug. ”And I mean, do we really have to talk about it?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. ”Can’t you just… I don’t know; give me a prescription for sleeping pills or something?” Thea knew the answer, but it was worth a shot. Anything that she could get out of talking about, she would. Sure, Riley seemed cool and all, but she still didn’t want to sit here in his office and pour out all her feelings. And the nightmares… they were terrifying while she was asleep, what would they be like talking about them during the day? Thea didn’t know, she’d never tried. Her roommate had sort of asked once, but was more than overjoyed when Athena said that it wasn’t something they needed to talk about.
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Post by riley william walsh on Mar 4, 2012 19:11:35 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #000000, width: 300px; height: 300px;] suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall A warm chuckle left the man at the thought of those old days where he would stay out all night partying and then have to stay up the next night to study for a test. Thems were the days, or whatever the hell else you wanted to say about them. "You might have to invite me to a party sometime. As like, your weird uncle or something," he joked. Of course, that would never be the case. He wasn't about to have too personal of a relationship with one of his patients. All that would lead to was rumors and a lot more work than he wanted to deal with. The bottom line was he was there to do the job, not make any friends. "I always thought that it'd be fun to get altztimers. I mean, yeah, it sucks for your loved ones, but hell, you can have fun with it. Ya know," he said and then shrugged lightly. Of course, he knew better than to know that was a good way to go.
His blues watched her as she stood there looking all kinds of uncomfortable. He should've expected this much from her. Of course, she was a nineteen year old girl. He'd had yet to meet one that wasn't a pain in the ass. He was pretty sure that was their m.o. or something like that. So he let out a sigh and he pursed his lips, working that pout in a strange kind of circle before biting the insides of his cheeks and running fingers through his hair.
"Look," he started out and licked his lips. "Yeah, sure, I can get you some sleeping pills. We can go that route. But that isn't gunna fix anything. They'll just be like a band-aid, then you'll be dependent on them. My job isn't just to put some sort of temporary fix to the problem, it's to fix it. For good." Then there was a soft smile on his lips as he looked at her with soft eyes. "I'm not saying, it's gunna be easy. But, trust me, it's worth it." Not that he was anywhere near done with needing therapy himself, but he knew that he needed it just as much as she did. |
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Post by lizzy3 on Mar 14, 2012 10:39:34 GMT -5
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WORDS 377 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED KIT AS RILEY Athena couldn’t help but laugh a bit at his comment. ”Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” she said sarcastically. Though she hated to admit it, Riley was a pretty cool guy. He was obviously trying to make her comfortable, and it was working rather well. But that didn’t mean that she liked therapy. Pursing her lips slightly, she thought about his comment on Alzheimer’s. ”Good point.” How would she want to go? ”Being shot wouldn’t be so bad,” she mumbled, glancing down and picking at her finger nails. ”I mean, depending on where the bullet goes, it’s a quick thing.” Taking a deep breath, she could clearly see Kyle, laying on the cafeteria floor in front of her, a bullet through his chest. Clearing her throat, Thea ran a hand through her hair before looking back up at Riley.
She listened to Riley talk about the sleeping pills and held in a sigh. ”What if there isn’t a way to completely fix it?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. And it was a legitimate fear that Thea had. How were you just supposed to get over something like this? Her best friend and love of her life were dead, never coming back, and depending on what you believed, she wouldn’t ever see them again. Athena had been raised going to church, but after the shooting, the brunette was very on the fence about if heaven was real or not. What kind of God would let something like this happen? Not a kind loving one that was for sure. So for now, Athena just assumed that they were gone forever and she wouldn’t see them anymore.
Now to talk about the dream… or rather, the nightmare. ”Um, alright,” Athena started, sighing. ”Uh, sometimes, the dream starts out with Kyle and I and we’re at the movies, or sometimes at school. And we’ll just be talking about really normal things, and then he just starts bleeding. Sometimes his forehead, and sometimes it’s his chest. And he just gets really pale, and I try and stop the bleeding, but I can’t. And there’s always a lot of people around,” Athena said, her eyes tearing up. ”But no one will ever help him.” She wiped at her eyes, looking away from Riley.
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Post by riley william walsh on Mar 20, 2012 2:32:37 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #000000, width: 300px; height: 300px;] suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall The hardest part about his job was when his patients asked questions like the ones that she'd just asked. He knew better than any that there were just some things that wouldn't be completely fixed. Things like losing a loved one, of which she'd lost two as far as he knew. And in his career there were some moments, moments like these, where he felt like every different shade of a hypocrite. He himself hadn't gotten over the death of his son, not that he'd been going to therapy, and if Thea were to look in on his life she would be able to see just how much he still wasn't okay. But that wasn't his job, his job was also not to lie to her, though. A light sigh left the man before he ran fingers through his hair. "Ya know, I don't think anyone fully gets over something like what you've been through, but, there are things that can get better. Ways that you can move on with life and be happy, and not feel like you're wronging the people you've lost because you're happy," he said with a bit of a shrug, because really, it was probably the best that he could give her.
Riley sat back in his seat when she started to go on about her dreams. Really if she hadn't wanted to talk about it, then he wasn't going to force her, but it seemed at least a part of her was wanting to go forward with all of this. Make things better somehow at least for herself. That all too compassionate expression took over his features. If there was one thing that set him apart from your everyday shrink he supposed it was the fact that he did genuinely care about his patients. He barely knew Thea, but there was a huge part of him that wanted to help her. Make life better for her again.
"There's tissues to your right," he spoke in soft tones nodding his head towards the box. His tongue moved out to wet his lips, his mind searching for where to start. "Dreams can really say so much more than you would think. I mean, of course there's the immediate horror in these dreams, like re-experiencing what you went through. But, it seems to me like you still feel helpless over what happened. Like you have no way to rationalize it, and you feel alone because of it." A pause in which he pulled out another cigarette and lit it. "Do you feel like someone should've stopped it? Should've done something to keep from what happened, happening? Maybe even God?" For if nothing else could bring into conversation the belief in a heavenly father, it was a school shooting. |
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Post by lizzy3 on Apr 18, 2012 14:50:34 GMT -5
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WORDS 324 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED KIT AS RILEY There were no easy fixes in life, as Thea was quickly learning. Everything took time to heal. Time. What if you didn’t have time? How much longer could Athena carry all of this around with her before she went crazy? This surely wasn’t healthy, holding all of her feelings in. That was made quite clear by the nightmares. But what was she supposed to do? Tell everyone she meets, “Oh, hi, I’m Athena West. This kid shot up my school before graduation and he killed my boyfriend and best friend. Nice to meet you, wanna go grab lunch?” No. It was just so much easier when people didn’t know. They didn’t look at her with pity in their eyes, or concern stretched across their features. It was the only time that Athena could be treated like an actual human being and not a trauma case.
Athena nodded and reached for a tissue, wiping under her eyes at a bit of eyeliner that had run. She hadn’t been planning on this; coming in here, baring her soul, crying. But hey, this guy was good. And what he said about the dream made a lot of sense. Could she have done something? Of course she had. She could have told Kyle to be nicer to people; he would have listened to her. She could have put herself between the bullet and Kyle; it would have saved him. Or they both would have been shot, which honestly would have been better than this. A number of things could have happened. ”Yeah, sure,” she answered. God? Was she mad at God? Probably. What kind of God let things like this happen? Athena ran a hand through her hair and cleared her throat. ”I just don’t know why all those people, my friends, my boyfriend, had to die.” It didn’t make sense, and no matter how long Athena lived, she wouldn’t be able to make any sense of it.
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Post by riley william walsh on Apr 20, 2012 22:26:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #000000, width: 300px; height: 300px;] suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall riley couldn't count the number of people that had cried in his office. how many people had come here seemingly made of stone and by the end of the session were bawling their eyes out. one would think that he would be used to it at that point. that after so many years of having people of different ages in his office talking about different things that he would get used to the sight of seeing someone cry. but he just, well, he couldn't. it wasn't something that he thought he'd ever get used to. because, he didn't see crying as some kind of failure. as some kind of breaking into a million pieces. it was the natural way of letting out sadness. and each of his patients sadness was different. maybe athena's was even a bit harder, because not even riley could justify or analyze why what had happened had happened.
teeth sunk into his bottom lip for a moment and his let his fingers run through his hair before he leaned back in his seat locking his fingers behind his neck. "i can't tell you why, you know i don't have the answers to that. no one has the answers to why anything happens. sometimes, shit just happens. shit that we think shouldn't have happened. and i'm not sure what it is that you believe, but, if you believe in heaven, maybe you should find some comfort in knowing that they're someplace good. that, they're at peace." a light sight came from him then as he moved forward to rest his elbows on his knees his fingers locking together once again as he sat his chin on top of them.
"but, ya know, you gotta think about you now, thea. and i know it's hard. but there's not a thing that you can do for them. they're at peace, they're gone. you're not. and i highly doubt that they would want you to live life half-assed." with that he shrugged before getting comfortable again and crossing one leg over another. "or, ya know, maybe they would. i don't know your friends. what i do know, is that you can't do anything to help the dead. you've got to learn to help yourself. your life still holds value ya know. and part of that is taking care of yourself." a soft smile took over the man's lips as his eyes locked on her young features. "i hope you continue coming here. i think that we could work through a lot." there were some moments in his day, moments like these, that made him feel like it was worth it to come to his job. because at least with thea he felt like he was making some kind of break through. |
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