Long mornings *jake/jay*

[Elyse Kathryn Nathans]

November 4th 11am

Elyse sat in her office spinning around slightly in her spiny office chair. Elyse was having a kind of lazy day. She had on a sweat shirt over her dress pants and nice blouse. Her computer was on but she really could not focus her mind was thousands on miles away. Being here was great but she was a little home sick. She lived for her family. A very mismatched family but an amazing family. She loved just being around them it was hard to be here without knowing anyone. But that would not last for ever she was starting to meet people. 

Elyse leaned back a little bit in her swirly office chair. It was almost 11 o clock And she was going to have her first patent of the day. The only thing she actualy knew about the kid was his name was jacob but she would bet that he would go by jake but maybe not. It would be there first meeting and elyse had his file sitting closed in the dead center of her desk. She had yet to open it. One thing thy elyse did differently was that she hated patent files. Sure they told you all the medical stuff but that was not always what was needed. 

Not all her co workers seemed to share her view on that. These kids just needed some one they did not need all this medical mumbo jumbo. Elyse thought that maybe being on the other side of the table for most of her life. She had been to doctors counclers of all sorts since the time she was like 6. None of them had helped her they just made her fell like it was wrong and she should just be normal. Elyse never ever wanted to make a kid feel like she did. Elyse leaned back forward s she hear a knock on her door. Elyse smiled as she said loud enough for who was outside  to hear her "doors open come on in"

[Jacob Mitchell Harris]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]328 WORDS FOR ELYSE Ahhh first therapy session.... Nice playing around with it a little I guess November 4th; 11AM DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Jake sighed and rolled his eyes. He knew that they planned his morning this way so that he couldn’t purge and get rid of the food they made him eat. After eating breakfast at ten, they made sure he stayed in the cafeteria until his first therapy session at eleven. They made it this way so that he wouldn’t have time to go make himself get rid of the food he had ate. They wanted him to get better, not keep doing what he was doing. He found himself getting skinnier and skinnier and he loved it that way. He would never be the fat, disgusting person that his ex made him out to be. After he had finished eating some pancakes and eggs that they told him he had to eat, or he wasn’t leaving until eleven at the earliest, he was directed towards the administration wing. He knew that this was going to be horrible. He didn’t want to be here, but he was forced to be by his parents because he was a danger to himself after the last hospital visit. He knew that he was eroding away his throat and killing his stomach and teeth along with slowly starving himself of the nutrients he needed. He knocked on the door and heard someone call for him to come in. It was a younger lady or so it seemed. As he opened the door he walked in before hearing it close behind him. They knew that she wouldn’t allow him to go back to his bad habits. He looked around the room before sitting in the seat that was across from her desk because he was pretty sure that she was going to tell him to sit down there anyways. The only issue was that he didn’t know what she was going to ask, and he didn’t want to answer anything personal or really anything at all. Once again, he didn’t want to be here. [/style]

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[Elyse Kathryn Nathans]

Elyse smiled as the boy she when ahead and assumed was Jakob or jake she was still unsure of if he went by that nickname walked in. He did not seem pleased to be there and sat down in a chair in front of her desk without saying a word. Elyse could not blame him for not wanting to be there though cause given a choice who would. Elyse knew she would never chose to be in his position or the position she had use to be in. But he was there and he did not really get a say it was mandatory. 

Elyse waited just another moment before she said in a rather calm voice for as much coffee as she had had this morning " well hello. I'm elyse do you go by jake? " Elyse paused for a moment before going on " as of right now I have not read your file. I know as much about you as you know about me." elyse paused for a moment brin the file out from under a few papers that had gotten pushed over setting it back on to the middle of the desk. 

Elyse put her hands back into her lap again watching to see the boys reaction before she continued. " why don't you tell me a little about yourself like for me I love playing guitar, and I love my boxer puppy, and I am a bit caffein dependent. I am from brazil but my family is in Indiana. What about yourself" elyse leaned back in her chair slightly. Elyse wondered what was going on in the boys head. Elyse had truly not read the file she had no clue what the boy was here for but she assumed eating disorder or self harm or both since that was mainly what she consoled. 

[Jacob Mitchell Harris]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]345 WORDS FOR ELYSE So sorry that it took so long. Being sick sucks November 4th; 11AM DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Jake looked around the room before turning his attention to the woman in front of him when she spoke. He really didn’t care what she called him because he didn’t expect to come here often. He wasn’t sick, and everything was fine. He was in control of his little ‘problem’ as people described it. He wasn’t going to kill himself or end himself back into the hospital after that last time. They force fed him through a tube and an IV and he didn’t like that, so he didn’t plan on it happening again. “So you haven’t read anything? Good, then what’s the point of me being here?” he asked before rolling his eyes and looking around the room again. The walls were covered and there were books every so often. He believed that the books outlined certain disorders and how to deal with them. Of course that would be in a therapists room, because what else would they be reading. It wasn’t like they thought how to ‘fix’ all the fucked up teenagers in the world. “I like art and music. What else is there that you want to know… I hate being asked stupid questions” he said before looking at her as she leaned back in her chair. He didn’t expect her to ask more questions, or even want to deal with him, and he hoped that he could just get out of these sessions that were supposed to help him. He didn’t believe in these kinds of things, and he didn’t want to change, so everything was pointless. “What’s the point of me being here if you’re not reading my file to know what’s supposedly wrong with me?” he asked as he looked at her again. He didn’t understand what she wanted him to do. Did she want him to tell her what was wrong? Because if that was it then he could honestly answer that nothing was wrong, because that’s the truth. He was perfect. Well almost perfect. He was still fat and ugly but he was working on that slowly. [/style]

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[Elyse Kathryn Nathans]

Elyse watched the boy and was not suprissed when he seemed to not want to be here and he asked why was the point of him being here. Elyse decided not to say anything yet.  Of corse he was here for something. And there was a point in all this even if he did not understand it right this moment. She listened as he said he liked music and art and asked what else did she want to know and he hated stupid questions. Elyse still said in her kind rather soft spoken voice "well I want to know want me to know. I don't have some big list I am going to ask you."  

Elyse took a deep breath leaning back in her chair a bit. This was not going to be easy but she had not thought it was going to be. She had hoped but inside she knew that it would not be like that. Elyse listened as he asked what was the point of being here if she did not read his file and know what was wrong with him 

Elyse smiled slightly as she said " I have not read her file that does not mean that I am not going to read it. I know personally I hated sitting where you are with someone knowing everything about me. If you want me to I can just read your file right now or we can keep talking with me not knowing why you are here. " elyse wondered what was going through jakes head. She kind of wondered why she was here but she had her ideas. He seemed very small in the way he was boney. Considering what he areas of focus were she could guess eating disorder and or self harm. Elyse leaned back again in her chair waiting to see what he would say. 

[Jacob Mitchell Harris]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]345 WORDS FOR ELYSE So sorry that it took so long. Being sick sucks November 4th; 11AM DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Jake rolled his eyes when she said that she wanted to know what he wanted her to know. He didn’t want to be there so shouldn’t that have answered that statement. As she said that she didn’t have a list that she was going to ask him he laughed. “I’m sure you have questions in your mind, just ask them” he said before looking around again. He saw that the person who had showed him here had left and the door was shut. At this point he just wanted to purge all the food that they had made him eat at breakfast right before this session. Of course if he stood up and left he’d be in trouble, and if he stood up and purged into the trashcan it wouldn’t be good either. He tapped his fingers against the arm rest of the chair that he was sitting in just wanting this session to end and he listened to her go on about how she hadn’t read his file and would read it. He knew that she would probably read it right after he left to know if he was telling the truth or not. He didn’t plan on telling her why he was here because it wasn’t a problem. He was just becoming how he wanted to be, skinny. He didn’t want to be gross and disgusting and fat. It would never leave his brain because of his ex. He rolled his eyes. “Or we can just not talk, and you can tell me this session is over so I can leave” he said before shrugging and looking at her with a grin. “I find that that would be the best for now” he stated before playing with the sleeve of his shirt. His failed accident of cutting his wrists for the first time ever was concealed under a white bandage. They believed that since he tried killing himself that he was suicidal also. He wasn’t, he just simply messed up and forgot to think before making an extremely rash decision that he regretted. [/style]

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