skipping therapy ~ open

[Ciel Richard Thompson]

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Ciel was supposed to be on his way to his counselor. It was that time of the week again. He really did not want to, though, mandatory or not. He could live without one session. Well, figuratively. He didn't want to, but that was another story entirely. Still, as the time drew near to his session, he raised his hand in class and asked, "May I be excused?" The teacher knew he was supposed to be heading to the administration wing, so he was given a hall pass, and he left, taking his things with him. Ci had no intentions of actually going to the session, though. His counselor would probably get pissed and probably come looking for him, but the teen could not find it in him to care. If he got asked how he was one more time that day, he was going to start throwing punches, or something. He was fine. He was always fine. He just was not okay. No amount of talking to a therapist was going to change anything. He'd taken his anti-depressants that morning. Wasn't that enough? He had not made an attempt, though he really, really wanted to. He was trying, and it was difficult; but, wasn't it supposed to be? Ciel sighed heavily as he pushed open the doors to the auditorium, knowing that there was not a class using it at that hour. It was a good place to hide, especially backstage. It had multiple halls and rooms used during plays and musicals for the actors to get ready and everything. Ciel was supposed to try out for the upcoming musical, whatever it was going to be. He had promised Mr. J, the choir director. He was not exactly sure he was going to, however. The teachers all thought him distracting himself with a big project like that would be good for him or something like that.

Ciel did not really see that happening; but, he contemplated auditioning anyway, if only to placate the staff. Maybe they'd get off his back a bit more, give him more space. That would be nice. Nothing was more annoying than having every single teacher on the campus asking him how he was. Did he have a sign plastered to his chest that said "Annoy me with stupid questions"? Everyone sure acted like it. It was no matter, though; he'd be over it in a matter of moments. His mood swings were pretty uncontrollable from getting used to the new prescription they had him on. He was never really happy, though. There were times he was happier than others, but usually it was when he was around a particularly good friend, or he was playing music. Speaking of music... Ciel sat down on the middle of the stage and pulled out his iPod, setting it down while turning it on. He played it loud enough through the earphones that he could hear it without having to wear the earbuds, but not enough that anyone passing by would really hear it, unless they were trying to. Sitting there, he pulled out one of his notebooks, and he began to absently doodle and write mindless little things. It was a way to waste time until his session was over and his therapist would have to move on to see other students. It was highly likely he was going to get a detention, but he honestly did not care. He'd only sat there a few moments when the doors to the auditorium opened, though the lighting made it so that Ciel could not really see who had come in. He seriously hoped he had somehow not overlooked his counselor in the hall with the other few people that had been walking around. It would suck majorly if his attempt at skipping turned into just a short-lived attempt. "Hello?"

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[Phoenix James Turner]

IF YOU CANT HANG

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.

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[Ciel Richard Thompson]

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The rather thin teen relaxed almost instantly when he saw that not only was the other person not a teacher, but it was his best friend. "Hey, Nix," he said with a slight, relieved sigh. The teen sat his notebook down, flicking his hair back out of his eyes, laughing a little at the elder teen's question. "Uhm, I'm skipping a therapy session to do... well, basically this." He gestured to the notebook sitting on the floor in front of him, speaking in his generally quiet voice and a slight smile. Phoenix was one of the few people that Ciel felt the best around. The elder boy was one of his best friends, and helped keep him distracted from the bad things that plagued his head, and his notebook. Honestly, he did not care if Nix read his notebook, otherwise he would have closed it as he set it aside. He wouldn't parade it about or anything, but it wasn't a secret. His therapist, however, he would not even allow to know that the notebook existed. If it existed, there was a high chance it would be demanded that he share it. That was not happening. He would successfully take himself out before he let that happen.

Ciel flicked his hair out of his eyes again, smiling slightly at the younger teen before saying, "So, what're you doing here? Shouldn't you be in class?" He was actually not surprised that Nix was not in class. Ciel did not blame the guy. Classes sucked, a lot. He was skipping them, too, technically; though, he was supposed to be in a therapy session. "Guess I can't say too much since 'm skipping stuff, too." Ci rolled a shoulder in a shrug uncrossing his legs to sit with his feet flat on the ground, knees bent. He crossed both arms over the top of his knees, absently toying with the ends of his hair. "I was thinking of heading out to the town or something, farther avoid the annoying therapist. D'you wanna go?" If Phoenix was anyone else, Ciel would not have asked. He preferred to spend a lot of time alone, simply because it meant he could avoid stupid questions and having to fake a smile. However, with Nix, he did not ever really worry about that. If Nix did ask how he was doing, it was never just to ask; it was because he honestly cared. Ciel still generally gave a half-assed answer, but that was just how he was. He absently toyed with one of the rubber bands he wore on his wrists, twisting it around. It was a habit he had, though he could not remember when it started. Probably when he started wearing them to cover the scars on his wrists.

Ciel sighed inaudibly as he shifted a little, trying to get more comfortable there on the floor. Why he had decided it was the best idea, he had no clue. Whatever, though. He was there, and he had no plans on moving until or if he actually did end up going in to town. The teen shifted so that he crossed his legs underneath him again, tugging on the sleeve ends of the jacket he wore, wishing they'd keep the auditorium warmer than it was. He did not have class in there, though; but, he knew that the drama class did, and that the teacher put up heaters when they were in there. It still had to suck for them. Or maybe it was just him. He was thin as a rail, and that did not exactly give him the best body heat. He always seemed to be cold in the fall and winters; but, then, in the summer he seemed to run hot. He did not understand it, but it was whatever.

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[Phoenix James Turner]

IF YOU CANT HANG

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.

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[Ciel Richard Thompson]

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"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." Ciel laughed softly at his friend's words, brushing his hair back out of his eyes with a nod. "You never like going to class, though," Ciel commented with a nod. He, himself, was not all that fond of classes, but he did his best to keep up in all of them, wanting to get the best grades that he could. He only kicked himself more when he did not meet his own goals for himself. He just did not like the extra reminder that he could never be quite what was wanted of him. "i’d love to, sounds fun. Way better than being stuck in this dump. Besides i need some fresh air.

[/color]" Ciel smiled when Nix agreed to go into town with him. He did not mind going by himself, but he definitely preferred going with his best friend, especially when it was just the two of them. A time or two one of Phoenix's flings would hang out with the two of them, most likely in hopes of getting time alone with Nix, but Ciel always found an excuse to leave rather quickly when that happened. The last thing he wanted was to see Nix flirting with someone else. That was always a mood killer, though Ciel tried to never show it. That would make things a bit more obvious than he wanted, after all. The pale teen absently toyed with the fringe of his scarf as he sat there for a few more moments before getting up while flicking his hair out of his eyes, not really noticing the fact that Nix's gaze had lasted a bit longer than what would be considered normal. Ci was often quite oblivious to things like that unless someone bluntly pointed it out to him. After all, in his mind, nobody would want to have their gaze linger on him. "C'mon, then," Ciel said with a laugh as he brushed off the back of his jeans, lightly tapping Phoenix's leg with his foot. "We're never going to make it there if we just sit here, lazy." He poked his tongue out at the other boy mockingly before smiling softly, an action he meant more often when he was with Nix than when he was with other people. "But, of course, your day's looking up. You are here with me, after all," he stated in a faux cockiness that both he and Phoenix knew he did not really feel. After all, someone who really felt that way about themselves wouldn't be trying to think of a way to actually follow through with another attempt in a way that would not upset anyone or anything. He wasn't worth the upset, after all. He would figure it out in the end. He knew he would. Or, well, he hoped he would; though, at the same time, he almost wished he could just be normal and not be plagued with the dreams and thoughts he was. Oh, well; he guessed he was just stuck.
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[Phoenix James Turner]

IF YOU CANT HANG

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.

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[Ciel Richard Thompson]

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The only reason Ciel was not fond of classes was because it was just another chance for him to fuck everything up, another way to be told he wasn't good enough, wasn't smart enough. That did not stop him from trying to do his best on everything, though. He wanted to prove somebody wrong somewhere. Maybe he could pass with good grades, maybe. Ci liked learning though, but he was better at it on his own time, when he could just sit and read or do research online. That was easier for him than actually spending time in a classroom. "Hey! I’m coming, hold on, ’m an old man here." Ciel laughed softly with a shake of his head at his friend's statement, smirking a little in amusement. "An old man, huh? What's that make me, then?" Ciel always enjoyed his time with Phoenix. The other teen made him feel a lot better than he did around most people. A lot of the time, his issues seemed non-existent and he could just be for a little while. It was a nice change, considering most of the time, no matter who he was with, the back of his mind was always just focused on that one thing that everybody said he could not have. Though it might wander through his mind from time to time with Nix around, it was very rare that he really dwelled on it when he was with his best friend. It was nice to have someone he could just be around and not feel like he was constantly being watched for signs that he was going to do something right then like most people did. He guessed the concern was nice, and he knew his brother worried a lot about things like that; but, still, not feeling constantly watched after was nice, too. It was almost like being trusted, even though he knew he really should not be.

He had known that Phoenix would not believe the confidence in his tone, after all, Nix read him easier than pretty much anyone, 'cept for maybe Mickey because the two of them spent so much time together growing up. Ciel could not help but smile at Phoenix's words, though he was not fully sure on the sincerity of them. It was a nice thought, being "the best" to spend time with. Ciel would not even want to spend time with himself, so it was always a difficult concept to believe that someone else might want to spend time with him. He tried to fully believe it, though, because why would Nix say it otherwise? He wasn't a mean person and did not typically say things like that to someone unless he meant it, at least from Ciel's experience. It was something that Ci liked about the other teen, the fact that Nix was honest; well, at least about anything that was not himself. Ciel was not blind to Phoenix's problems, nor did he try to press on them. He was simply there if Nix needed him, and was always someone that the other boy could talk to. He would much prefer it if Phoenix did not drink, but that was not his choice, anyway. "Why don't we just wander and see what we find?" Ciel suggested, reaching out to take hold of Nix's wrist to lead him toward the doors. Generally, Ciel was not a very hands-on type of person, though that was something that changed when he was with his closest friends and his brother. He really was fond of hugs, but getting one from someone he did not know made him uncomfortable. Still, with his friends, grabbing their hand or wrist, sitting on them, snuggling close to them; it was all just part of who he was when he was with someone he was comfortable around, and Nix was definitely one of those people. "I don't really care what we end up doing s'long as we don't stay here." Of course, even that had it's limits, as unspoken as they were. If they wound up at a place where Nix found someone else to flirt with or try to hook up with, Ci would make some kind of excuse to leave. He really just did not want to have to deal with that at all. It always sucked. With it being the middle of the day, though, that did not seem like such a huge possibility. Ciel would not fully write it out, though, until it just didn't happen. "Unless you had someplace in specific in mind."

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[Phoenix James Turner]

IF YOU CANT HANG

nix was rather glad he skipped now. he didn’t have to be stuck in a stuffy old classroom already. that wasn't him. he was more of the adventurous type, after all. being stuck in a place like this did zap his energy and his motivation at times. it just was not a place where anyone really felt motivated...well from what he had gathered. it could be tad depressing, from time to time. especially if you had been here long enough to see everything. so nix felt it was up to him to make his own little fun. be it going off into town or getting drunk, he always made his own fun.


luckily, nix was pretty sociable. he could make friends easily. and if bored enough more than friends...he saw it as a harmless hobby though he was sure the staff didn’t seem to think so. though phoenix didn’t see any problem with his habits. it didn’t hurt anyone, did it? he didn’t seem to think so. he never thought he had much of a problem, but of he would think that. nonetheless...he was fine the way he was, right? nix snorted, shaking his head. ”that would make you the child, or rather, very tall infant” he smirked as he stood, admiring his friend’s height. Nix was only a few inches shorter than Ciel, but he was younger than him. if only by a year. Phoenix didn’t feel that old, not really. he probably was immature at times, though he did try to be serious, as serious as he could be. mainly that was reserved for listening to his friends or certain classes that he actually enjoyed.


despite being in such a place like this, he had to remain somewhat optimistic, if not for himself, but others around him. he couldn’t stand to see them upset, that sort of bummed him out, worried him even. yet today...he was trying not to dwell on that. today was slack off time, and not think on the troubles that was bothering him. he was sort of caught off guard as he took hold of his wrist, though he smiled, nodding in agreement. ”okay sounds like a plan” he nodded, reaching to grab his friend’s hand, then heading for the door.


”nope..not really. it’s probably too early to hit the club, we could go to the park or something. or anywhere, really, we could even go to paris!” he laughed, that that wasn’t a practical idea, given he had no money. ”the world is our oyster, my friend” he grinned.

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