TwoA Chapter by Siren Spending a week at your best friend's house is pretty great,
until they betray you. That's when you end up in a psych ward, uncertain
of your future and your dreams. Before I
ended up here, I had a full ride scholarship to a culinary school in
Nashville. Now, I don’t know if they’ll
accept me since I’ll be missing school so close to graduation and the court
proceedings on. I’ve never done anything
wrong.
Here at Somerset Resort, ‘a place
for healing and health’, they encourage writing and art as a means for
therapy. The first day I was here I
spent the day in solitary confinement"out of choice. I didn’t feel like being
sociable. I stayed in the same room and
the same spot for three days straight, reminding me of when I was five and left
at the park.
“You need to eat,” Linda says; she’s
one of the nurses here.
I put away the notebook and looked
at the tray she brought me. There’s
really no privacy here. The doctors and
nurses come and go unannounced.
“I’ll pass,” I mumble.
“You really do need to eat.”
“I don’t want to/”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
I went back to my sketchbook, and
she left. That’s the way it’s been
around here lately. My therapist, Dr. Lee, reminds me every day that there are
people with the same issues as me"that I could learn from them. Honestly I don’t really feel like changing my
scenery. These white walls and tile
floors and bright lights are fine for me.
Besides, the last thing I want to do is talk about my problems with
complete strangers. I’m surprised I ever
told Matthew, actually. Sure, this has
been my secret for seventeen years, but it came out so easily. Even so, I’m not necessarily ready to tell
the world, if you know what I mean. I
should have seen this, or something like it, coming. Matthew always said he was worried about me.
My parents are going to hate me even
more, after this. I’m scared of what
they’ll say. Tomorrow is my first family
therapy"you have on every week with your therapist and your parents. I’m not excited; in fact, I’m terrified. I know my dad won’t even look at me, and my
mother will have that disgusted look on her face that she gets whenever I end
up upsetting my dad. I just don’t think
I can take it.
Next week, the doctors are forcing
me into group therapy. You get a week,
at most, to adjust; then it’s on to group therapy and one on one sessions and
the like. Again, I’m not excited. The door opens. I look up, and see my therapist, Dr. Lee.
“Hello, Rick.”
I give a half smile.
“You know, you’re hurting yourself
by staying in here; and you’re hurting other people too.”
“Gee, thanks,” I say, closing my
notebook and sitting on the floor.
“I don’t mean to be a downer, but people want you to get better. Especially Matthew and his family.”
Guilt trip all over again. I close my eyes and sigh.
“I don’t see the point in talking to
other people about my problems.”
“You told Matthew.”
“But I don’t know why. Besides, he wasn’t a complete stranger.”
“I think I want to talk about that today,” Dr. Lee said, crossing her legs and getting comfortable in the chair. “Why did you start crying while you were talking to Matthew.”
“Well who wouldn’t?”
“Rick…please try to answer the
question and not avoid it.”
“Okay. Honestly, I don’t know. It seemed like I was doing a lot of crying
lately.”
“It was quiet for a while.”
“Was it easy to tell Matthew?”
“It just kind of all came out"the
words, the tears, everything.”
“Rick, let me ask you
something. Do you trust Matthew?”
“Yeah, always.”
“Even though he’s the main person
who helped you get here?”
I had to think about that. There’s nothing like having your best
friend’s mom sit you down after dinner and tell you to pack a bag because the
next morning you’re going to be taken to an inpatient facility. Of course, Mrs. Reese assured me it would be
for the best, and that it would be good for me.
I wasn’t sure whether or not to believe her when she said that. I’m still not sure if I believe her,
honestly.
“I still trust him,” I said firmly.
Matthew was too good to me to wish me any real harm. Besides, we’d been through a lot together"rather, I’d been through a lot and he was always there to distract me.
“Honestly, I did feel betrayed at
first,” I said, the words coming out before I could stop them. “But I guess it
makes sense why he did it. I’ve already
forgiven him, anyway. He wouldn’t wish
me any real harm.”
Dr. Lee smiled encouragingly.
“That’s great, Rick. You have the ability to keep things rational,
and that will help with your healing. I
think you can make great progress if you want to. Actually, I know you can.”
“Thanks…” I said, half smiling.
“But, you have to want it,
Rick. You have to want to get better.”
“What’s wrong with me, anyway?” I blurted out. “Why am I here?”
“I think you should be able to
answer that question, Rick.” Dr. Lee said quietly.
I sighed.
“Tomorrow you have family
therapy. Are you ready for that?”
“Absolutely not.”
“What do you want to talk about,
tomorrow?”
“Do I have to talk?”
“It would be more beneficial to you
and your parents if you did.”
I sighed and thought it over for a
few moments. Talking to my parents has
never really been a part of my life.
It’s always been talking at them, them talking at me"or worse, all the
screaming and yelling and hitting.
“I guess we can talk about why I’m
here…”
“That’s
a good place to start.” She stood
up. “I want you to work on eating,
Rick. The nurses tell me you haven’t had
anything since you got here. I don’t
want to have to hospitalize you.”
“Okay,”
I mumble, half-coherently.
“All
right. See you tomorrow, Rick.”
I
nodded, and she left. Retreating, to my
bed, I lay down and blew out a sigh. It
was tiny and uncomfortable, but it was better than the floor. Who knew what went on here? ~///~ I
woke up with a headache today, although it’s probably just my nerves. I couldn’t eat if I wanted to. I can’t stand the idea of sitting in the same
room with my parents for an hour, trying to talk through my problems. It’s going to be a disaster. I know it.
I walked down the hallway to use the restroom, but ended up just
throwing up instead. I’ve never been so
nervous in my life. “Rick?” Dr.
Lee probably sent Zachary, the male nurse, to look for me. Who knew what time it was. I leaned against the back wall and wiped the
sweat off my brow. “Rick,
your parents are waiting.” “I
can’t go in there.” “I
can’t promise it won’t be bad, but I can promise that Dr. Lee will be with you
every step of the way.” “I
still can’t go in there.” “You
really don’t have a choice, Rick.” I
banged my head against the wall twice, and Zachary quickly pulled my hands
around my back and said sternly, “Let’s
go.” We
walked down the hall like that---me with my hands behind my back and him with
his stern demeanor. Zachary was big and
tough, more like a bodyguard for this place in case any fights broke out. I wouldn’t know about that, though. When we got to the room, I took a seat in the
chair farthest from anyone else. “Hello,
Rick.” “Hi,”
I mumble. The
tension in this room is so high, my breath catches in my throat. I can’t even think clearly right now. “Now that we’re all here, let’s get started,” Dr. Lee said professionally. “Mr. Luttrell, what brought you to kick your
son out of your house?” “The
twerp is a f****t! I can’t believe I
ever called him my son.” I
feel tears pooling in my eyes, and the shame covered my face like a blanket. “Please
refrain from insults and degrading terms, if you please, Mr. Luttrell. We try to be as constructive as possible
here. Now, what makes you think your son
is gay?” “An
e-mail I found on his computer. He sent
it to his friend, saying how much the kid meant to him and all that. At the end, he wrote ‘I love you’. How lovey-dovey is that? Totally unnecessary. I don’t want either of those boys in my house
ever again!” Tears
were streaming down my face, but I didn’t make a sound. I can’t believe I’m reacting this way to my
dad insulting me. Usually I can keep a
straight face, but ever since I told Matthew what had happened to me my whole
life, I can’t seem to keep myself together.
I mean, I cried all the time before, just when no one could see me. Now it seems like I cry in front of everyone. “Mrs.
Luttrell, what do you have to say?” “He
can’t be gay. How could he do something
like this to us? Soon he’ll be a child
molester and a perverted freak! I didn’t
raise that kind of son. He’s been a disappointment
to us his whole life, especially the way he gets his father’s nerves up and
everything.” “Has
it ever occurred to either of you that perhaps Rick was just expressing
himself? That maybe he was just telling
Matthew how much he meant to him and how much he appreciated his friendship?” “They
wouldn’t have made it so mushy though.
Boys don’t talk like that.” My
father nodded in agreement. “It
is possible to express a friendly love between two people. I want you two to think about that as I ask
Rick a few questions.” Suddenly
I was terrified. I wanted to throw up
again. This couldn’t really be happening
could it? “Rick,
what were your intentions in sending Matthew that e-mail?” “I
just wanted to tell him I appreciated him.” I
was surprised by my coherence, though I did mumble most of my words. I felt small and insignificant, and I knew my
dad could squash me like a bug any time he wanted. “What
about Matthew’s reply? How did that make
you feel?” “Well…special
I guess. Loved.” “See? They say they love each other. They’re gay!” “Let’s not make assumptions, Mr. Luttrell. Rick, were you intending to have a romantic approach when you sent that
e-mail.?” “I…I
don’t know. I just wanted to say how
much he meant to me.” “That’s
perfectly fine.” My
dad huffed out a sigh and muttered something under his breath. “Rick, I want you to know that here at Somerset Resort, we accept all types of people, no matter what. I also want you to know
that it’s perfectly okay to not have all the answers.” I
nodded, feeling my face flush beet red.
I could hug Dr. Lee for saying that. “Mr.
and Mrs. Luttrell, I want you two to know that the way you’ve treated your son
has left him feeling very ashamed.
Throughout the next week, I want you to focus on trying to come up with
a plan for how you’ll deal with this situation.” They
nodded, but only slightly. I knew my parents
wouldn’t take what she said to heart.
They were too stubborn to ever listen to anyone. I could still feel the tension in the room"it
made my skin feel tight and stretched.
My parent’s pointed and disgusted gazes made me feel like crawling into
a hole. “Well,
I think that’s enough for today. Thank
you, Mr., and Mrs. Luttrell, for your time.” We all stood up to leave. Dr. Lee held open the door for us, then ushered my parents out. As I walked back to my room, black bats started to haunt my vision. The last thing I remembered was Matthew’s
face, looking so troubled and worried. I
hated myself more than ever. © 2012 Siren |
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Added on April 6, 2012 Last Updated on April 6, 2012 AuthorSirenAboutWell....if you must know, I (sometimes) live in the real world. I love listening to music because it lets me breathe. I love laughing because it lets me live. I love writing because it lets me (almost.. more..Writing
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