skipping therapy ~ open

He couldn’t recall what time it was. Or where he was supposed to be, for that matter. He hated the school week, more so than anything. More so here, because this place just gave him the creeps, even if he had been here almost two years now. Before, he would rarely go to school. But here, he had no choice. He was pretty much stuck here, and couldn’t get out. Kind of like a prisoner. Which sucked, majorly? But no one would listen to him, or pay attention to his pleas that he was sane, snag enough to be released. So Nix just had to get used to it. Though he continued to deny he had any problems, and would rarely talk about it in ‘therapy’, because according to him it was the ‘biggest pile of bullcrap to grace this earth’. Such colourful language, that his counsellor did not seem to like him using.

Though Nix didn’t seem to care. He just wanted out. But to go where? He had no idea. He couldn’t go back home and living with his aunt was no option, because she scared the living daylights out of him. He would just have to get his own place, though that would be getting a job...and actually graduating this place first before he got anywhere. But he couldn’t help but think that this place would end up finishing him before he got the chance to escape this place.



He sighed heavily as he wandered out from his last class, not really wanting to go to his next one. Skipping class didn’t seem to bother him that much. Not as he went up to his dorm, to garb his guitar case and set off for somewhere quiet to play. Or think, or to distract himself, form wanting to break away from the campus and find the nearest place to get alcohol, as he was carving it, badly. Though he still refused to believe that he had any sort of problem. Typical, that was what many of students here thought. And he wasn’t any different from them, no matter how he actually protested it.

Trudging along, he was not sure on where to go. He could go to the courtyard, but that could be too busy. And he didn’t feel like being cooped up in his dorm all day long. So he walked along the hallways, sighing, running a hand through his hand. He soon stopped outside of the auditorium, pressing his ear up against he door. He seemed silent. So without any more moment’s hesitation, he opened the door, poking his head through. He stepped inside, just as he heard a voice. He had to squint to see who it was in the near distance.


The voice seemed somewhat familiar. And once he neared closer, he recognised who it was. He smiled lightly as he plonked himself by his friend, putting down his guitar case beside him. ” hey it’s just me.” he reassured, running his hand through his hair.

”so, what you up to?” nix smiled to his friend, noting his notebook nod his random doodles, though he didn’t like to pry.

He could understand why his friend would want to skip therapy. He didn’t particularly like going himself and often managed to get himself out of it. Or at least try to. He couldn’t say he was doing any better, by skipping class, but nix didn’t seem to care. Class could be boring anyway. He’d much rather hang out with his best friend. Though, he guessed that most students would choose this option, to hang with friends. Even if it meant getting into trouble. Then again, alot of the students here weren’t exactly ‘normal’.

Nix thought that everyone had their problems...so why exploit them by sending them to a place like this? He didn’t get. The doctors here couldn’t help, that and he was reluctant t listen to them anyway. And accept that he had a problem. Though...he knew that he was probably drinking far too much, just like his father and he really didn’t want to end up like that. ”oh cool” nix just smiled, glancing to the notebook, eyeing a few of the doodles... he knew his friend had problems and he didn’t like to pry, unless he spoke to him.

He’d always be there for his younger friend, and could himself as a decent enough listener and an alright guy, as he didn’t pressure people into talking, like the counsellors did on a regular basis. He generally cared about people and not about getting paid, which he was certain was all the adults cared about here. Heartless, maybe not all of them, but some were. The teachers were the same; they kind of annoyed him a sense, hence why he had decided to skip. He hated English anyway, it was rather dull. Then most of his classes were, except music that was something he actually enjoyed. Nix shook his head, chuckling slightly. ”exactly! You rebel. Class is boring, i’d rather not go, i was just gonna hide out here. I’m glad i found someone who had the same plan as me” he nodded, fumbling with his guitar case for a second. Nix liked to play, but often he was strangely not so comfortably doing so in front of his peers, especially performing the songs he would write, as they were rather personal. And he couldn’t let ciel hear some of them that would be embarrassing, given that there some written about him.


Nix looked up, then nodded, smiling. ”i’d love to, sounds fun. Way better than being stuck in this dump. Besides i need some fresh air” nix half yawned, as he stretched out his legs. ”we’re walking on the wild side today, are we?” he teased, snorting. His day had seemed dull, but already, it was starting to look up.

”the day’s looking up already” he glanced to his friend, not helping himself but let his eyes linger on his friend’s bright blue ones, perhaps for too long. he looked away slightly, messing with his own hair to distract himself from his stupid thinking.

nix snorted. well that was obvious. he hated class, pretty much all of his classes to be perfectly honest. it was such a drag, boring, mundane, and not really useful, so he always thought. he only really liked his music class, from time to time. he couldn't be bothered with english or his math class. he would end up just sleeping straight through it. not the best of work ethics, but he figured he wouldn’t need that stuff when he left here. or rather if. he honestly thought he would never get out of here. though that was a bit silly, as he technically only had one year left of this place. a good thing, but somehow, he thought he’d miss it. well, he'd miss the people, or rather, someone. he’d miss one of his best friends, terribly. he hoped he’d be okay as he did want him to get better. in fact, Nix was trying to help any way he could, though all nix could really do was help distract him or by listening, if he ever needed to talk. sometime sit made him feel good, to listen to others problems, felt as if he was helping. though it did mean he often forget his own problems. he would much rather put others before himself. it had always been that way.


”yeah but does anyone for that matter?” Nix snorted, he guessed everyone else felt the same. especially in a place like this. this was exactly like a normal school by any means. it totally zapped out all energy, especially his own. he could understand why he was sent here, but that didn’t mean he necessarily liked it all that. not really. but...he knew he’d just have to deal with it, a little longer. but not really today, as they were planning to head out into town. it sounded like a great alternative to staying in this place and risk getting caught by a teacher. that wouldn't be all that fun. though knowing Nix, he would try and talk himself out of trouble. it didn’t always work...but sometimes, it would.



Nix sat there for a moment, his head already miles away. he was barely paying attention when he was nudged back into reality. Nix snorted, chuckling slightly. ”Hey! I’m coming, hold on, ’m an old man here” he laughed as he stood up slowly, stretching out his legs. he could be himself around his best friend, laughing, joking. his problems seemed like a million miles away. but they would return later, and he knew it.


he smiled to his friend, though he wasn’t bought by his friend's confidence. it seemed like it was fake, but he came to knew that. it really worried him sometimes, which added to his own problems, worrying about those close to him. ”well of course, you’re totally one of the very few people i want to hang out with. the best, even” he nodded, actually being honest. he really was the only person he wanted to be around right now.


he yawned as he straightened up, looking to the door. ”so, where do we want to go to town exactly? or we just..gonna wander around and stuff?” he asked. although it didn’t matter to him much.