Post by ▌gabriel vincent landon on Sept 15, 2011 19:04:50 GMT -5
“Gabriel, please talk to me, I’m here to help”
The young boy said nothing.
“I can’t help you if you won’t talk”
He still said nothing.
“Fine, we’ll just sit here, and when you’re ready to talk, Let me know” Gabe’s therapist sat back in her chair and crossed her arms, her soft yet heated gaze staring at Gabe almost feeling like she was looking right through him and seeing all his worries and problems.
“S-Stop looking at me” He mumbled, scratching his arms in the way he did when he was feeling a lot of anxiety in his gut.
“Sorry” She said sweetly, looking away at the window where you saw a beautiful forest and below was a nice little river that flowed through most of the town.
“Why do you scratch like that Gabriel? You’ll leave marks” She said softly, knowing loud angry voices freaked him out.
“I-I don’t know, I-It helps I guess” He said, realizing the red marks he was leaving on his arm and stopped abruptly. He had a lot of scars on various places from scratching too hard, it flawed his perfect skin.
“Let’s try to find another way to help, instead of scratching” She said, sitting up in her chair to talk to Gabe. He said nothing but nodded softly.
Gabriel snapped out of whatever he had been in, a memory, but what a random memory. Gabriel then realized he was scratching at his lower arms so much they would probably start bleeding soon. He stopped quickly and rubbed his hands together, trying to control his anxiety. He thought of something, anything to make him feel better. Nature, wind, water, relaxing things. The young boy ran his hands through his brown hair and sighed in desperation to control these feelings. Why did this have to happen to him, everyone always said ‘I understand what you are going through’ but people never do. It was really hard to understand what Gabe was going through because he wasn’t even sure anymore. He thought leaving home and getting somewhere new would help, getting away from his problems and his old life, and start fresh. But Gabe didn't feel any better, everyone still scared him and he still scared himself.
Gabe sat on the small isolated beach during mid afternoon when the sun was high and Gabe was content. The wind was cool but the ground was warm. This was the least crowded place around town so Gabe wasn’t feeling too much anxiety right now. It was when he was around too many people that he started panicking. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been to the movies or to a concert because he couldn’t handle that many people in a small area. Hell, he could hardly sit in class without feeling anxious, and that was only about twenty kids. Gabe always wondered how life would be if he didn’t have Asperger’s. What kind of person would he be if he never got that stupid disorder? He wondered what life would be like if he still had his mom; if he hadn’t seen what he had seen that day. Many kids can’t say they saw their mother die at the hands of their so called dad. Gabe’s real father was in fact a wealthy, successful man who was married with kids.
The young boy played with his hands in his lap, to keep from scratching he ran his hands through the dark sand and tore them into tiny pieces. He could hear a few people around the beach, Gabe was quite content here…Well…He liked to tell himself he was happy being alone, but no one truly wanted to be alone.
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Notes sorry it's not that great
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