whispered_envy Posted September 25, 2008 Report Posted September 25, 2008 I'm not sure when my next update will be...I'll try and get one done before the weekend, but if not, it'll be monday/tuesday next week.
amz89 Posted September 28, 2008 Report Posted September 28, 2008 Just caught up on the last two chapters yahh. Loved it sad happy everything...l More soon please ... x
MissOlivia22 Posted September 30, 2008 Report Posted September 30, 2008 Update soon ?? Sorry to be pushy
whispered_envy Posted October 2, 2008 Report Posted October 2, 2008 I'm sorry...but my inspiration for this fic has kinda...gone. It's like a fish that's jumped out of it's tank- flopping around on the ground, and even if I put back in the tank, it's still...died. Wow, that was a strange analogy. I want this fic to be good, and whatever I write for it now is coming out crap. I don't know when the next update will be, but thanks for taking such a keen interest in it!
zzazzb Posted October 2, 2008 Report Posted October 2, 2008 nice analogy there hope you revive your fish, or maybe buy a new one?
whispered_envy Posted October 15, 2008 Report Posted October 15, 2008 I was inspired again! Warnings of depression/suicidal themes. I hope you like it. Chapter Twelve: Tick...tick...tick... Aden slumped in his chair, picking at his cast and staring coldly at Dr Kempton who was challenging his stare with one of his own. The clock echoed eerily through the silent room. “Aden, will you please tell me what happened that night?” “Why should I?” Aden replied stubbornly. “You can just read the reports.” “I have read the reports, yes, but I want to hear it from you, in your words.” Dr Kempton explained. “I don’t want to tell it to you.” Aden replied, in a childish voice you would expect from a seven year old. “Aden, I realise this is tough, but I’m not here to judge you. I’m here to help you.” “I don’t want your help!” “If you didn’t want help, then why did you come here? I know you weren’t forced.” Aden said nothing, at a loss for words. Dr Kempton leaned forward. “You know what I see when I talk to you, and read these reports, Aden? I see a good person who has had a lot of bad things happen to him. You feel very alone and frightened most of the time, and that Friday night...everything simply got to you. You wanted an escape from all the pain and sadness you’ve experienced, and it seemed like the only option left. But I’m here to show you that there are other options, if you are willing to accept help. Let me reassure you, I will not think you are weak or pathetic from accepting this help- in fact, I will think quite the opposite. So, Aden- will you accept this help?” Dr Kempton wasn’t supposed to get to him like this- Aden had vowed that he would put up his defence shield after everything that had happened with Roman and Nicole. But Dr Kempton was getting inside Aden’s head, weeding out the thoughts that exposed Aden’s true feelings. Aden didn’t like it much, but at the same time, he couldn’t help thinking that if Dr Kempton knew all these things already, then maybe he could actually help him. A solitary tear rolled down Aden’s cheek. “Yes.” He whispered. Dr Kempton smiled. “I’m very pleased to hear you say that.” Aden smiled back at him weakly. “Now, I’d like you to start from the beginning. Don’t worry, I won’t rush you- we’ll take it as easy as you like.” Aden took a deep breath, letting it out shakily. “Which part do you want me to start with?” “We will start with the Thursday. What made you decide to drink that night?” “I...I don’t really know. I just wanted to have a bit of fun, I guess. I was still a little bit upset with the whole Belle situation. And...” Aden sighed “...I guess my dad kind of influenced me a little as well.” “How do you mean?” “Well, the way he coped with everything was to drink. I grew up watching my dad drink himself into oblivion, so it seemed like the right choice.” Dr Kempton nodded, noting something down on paper. “That is not uncommon. Children can be influenced by parental behaviour. So what happened after you bought the alcohol?” “I went up to the lookout, to a secluded spot I know of. I’ve gone there heaps of times before to think.” “What were you thinking of this time?” “Oh...everything. Belle...my family...school...nothing really specific.” “And you drank while you were up there?” “Yeah. I didn’t finish the whole bottle, but I still was pretty drunk. I vaguely remember climbing a tree, and rolling down a hill...I eventually thought I should probably go back home- back to Roman’s.” He added quickly, slightly flustered at the mistake he had just made. “What happened when you got back there?” “I couldn’t find my keys, so I banged on the door till Roman opened it. I don’t think Roman was that impressed to see me in such a state. I remember he was telling me to stop drinking, and I started yelling at him about trying to act like my father. And then...” Aden stopped short, and gulped apprehensively. “What happened then?” Dr Kempton encouraged quietly. Aden didn’t answer him. “Aden, I’m here to help, not to judge. Please tell me what happened next.” Aden opened his mouth, and his voice came out, barely audible. “I told them. I told Roman and Nicole about what my grandfather did to me. I didn’t want to, but for some reason, I told them anyway.” Dr Kempton smiled. “Good work Aden. Now, what happened after you told them?” “I think they were in shock. Roman reassured me that everything would be okay, and then he sent me to bed. And that was it.” Aden finished. “How did you feel the next morning, when you had sobered up and realised you had told them?” “I felt like such an idiot! I didn’t want them to know! Too many people already knew, and I hated that people knew! I hate people feeling pity for me- it’s the worse feeling in the world!” “Why is that?” Aden took a deep breath, and repeated what he told Roman. “Pity makes me feel weak and ashamed, and I hate feeling that, because it feels like my grandad is alive again, and he’s coming back to get me!” Dr Kempton studied the distressed boy intensely for a minute, before writing something else down and talking to him. “Aden, there is nothing wrong with feeling weak or ashamed. Do you think you feel like this because you blame yourself for what happened?” Aden slumped in his chair, eyes downcast and nodded. “It was not your fault this happened to you- you are not to blame for your grandfather’s actions.” “I’ve heard that all before. People keep telling me that, but I don’t believe it. If I had been stronger...I could have stopped it.” Aden told him angrily. “Aden, you have to believe it. Your grandfather held so much power over you- he wanted you to see yourself as weak, he wanted you to blame yourself. It made it easier for him to prey on you.” Aden put his head in his cast-less hand. “I just wanted an out. I wanted to feel nothing- no pain or anger or shame. I wanted to forget everything. I wanted to be free.” Dr Kempton understood what he was talking about. “Is this why you jumped off the building?” Aden nodded. “I was sick of dealing with all the bad stuff. I couldn’t do it anymore!” He laughed bitterly. “Look how well that turned out anyway- I couldn’t even kill myself properly! All I ended up with was a broken arm!” “Aden, I understand you were desperate, and that you saw no other option. But I’m here to show you that there are. You can never escape your past- what happened to you was horrible, but it happened. What you can learn to do is deal with it in a healthy way, so it doesn’t stop you from living your life.” Aden looked at him, a mixture of emotions spread across his face. “I would like that.” “It’s not going to be easy, but I know you can get through it.” “Do you really believe I can?” “I believe everyone has the ability to help themselves- it’s just a matter of whether they are willing to.” “I am.” Aden told him genuinely. “And I am glad to hear that!” Dr Kempton laughed. “Anyway, I think that we’ve covered enough for today. We still have much more to discuss, but I’m just so pleased to hear you say that you’ll accept my help.” “Thanks.” Aden smiled at him, and started to get up. “Oh! One last thing before you go!” “Yeah?” “I would like to prescribe you an anti-depressant.” The look on Aden’s face indicated to Dr Kempton that he wasn’t so keen on this idea. “Aden, I believe it could really help you. Obviously you can’t rely solely on it- you still need to have therapy, but it’s just another step to help you recover.” “I don’t know...” Aden said, unsure. “They could honestly help you. And if you feel uncomfortable about it in any way, then you can always talk to me or any other therapist.” “Well, I guess...if you think it could help me.” Aden was still unconvinced. “What’s bothering you about it?” Dr Kempton asked him. “I dunno...I just feel weird taking pills...I guess, to me, it’s saying that I can’t handle life on its own. That if people found out, they would think I’m being weak.” Aden explained honestly. “I think, in your situation, it’s a perfectly justifiable reason to take anti-depressants. Plus you can tell as little or as many people as you want.” Dr Kempton tried to reassure him. Aden thought for a moment. “I guess that’s okay.” “Just give it a try, and see how you go with them.” Dr Kempton encouraged. “Okay.” Aden agreed. “Excellent. You can leave now. I’ll see you same time tomorrow?” “Yeah.” As Aden opened the door to leave, he hesitated for a moment. “Dr Kempton?” “Yes?” “Thanks.”
monkeysmoke Posted October 15, 2008 Report Posted October 15, 2008 i'm glad you focused on this bit. In the show (even though he was there for different reasons) they only gave the actual therapist bit a snippet of airtime, which i thought was weird. so yeah, sounding good so far!
LAURZY! Posted October 15, 2008 Report Posted October 15, 2008 So glad you were inspired!! Really good update, loved the interaction between Aden and the therapist, would of loved to see that in the show
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