Quiet (Danny, Open to anyone at London College)
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Danny hadn't slept well the night before and there were dark circles under his eyes. By this free period, right before lunchtime, it was a struggle just to stay upright and he had to appetite to speak of. Instead of eating, he got a huge cup of coffee and went to a bench outside to sip at it.
Once parked on the bench, he pulled out his journal and started to record the details of his nightmares the night before. His therapist wanted Danny to keep track of them and if the woman thought it would help, Danny would try it. By this point he didn't think anything would ever make them go away, but he had to try. He idea of his entire life being like this was unimaginable.
He heard people walk around him from time to time, but he didn't really look up. He figured if they wanted him, they would say something.
Once parked on the bench, he pulled out his journal and started to record the details of his nightmares the night before. His therapist wanted Danny to keep track of them and if the woman thought it would help, Danny would try it. By this point he didn't think anything would ever make them go away, but he had to try. He idea of his entire life being like this was unimaginable.
He heard people walk around him from time to time, but he didn't really look up. He figured if they wanted him, they would say something.
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Date: 2014-03-20 12:33 pm (UTC)From:"Sounds like mine, yes," he nodded. "I hate it when things go in the shitter. Sometimes you find out what's important though."
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Date: 2014-03-20 12:39 pm (UTC)From:Then she remembered her expensive new phone, and felt bad again.
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Date: 2014-03-20 12:43 pm (UTC)From:"Yeah!" he said, like it was a revelation. "Sorry, I guess in therapy you're supposed to look for a silver lining but sometimes there's just a shit lining and then more shit. And there's really not that much you can do with it. You're right."
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Date: 2014-03-20 01:06 pm (UTC)From:"Maybe it's not so nice, but I don't think it's horrible. I don't think much stopped me cutting. Not when I was at my worst." He pulled up his sleeves a little to look at the pale scars along his wrists. While his thighs had been where he did it the most, his wrists had been what he attacked at his lowest point. When he'd tried to end it all, he hadn't bothered hiding his pain. "Until about a year ago when I started drawing every time I felt like doing it. It's worked so far."
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Date: 2014-03-20 01:17 pm (UTC)From:"I run," said Rachel, looking at his scars and thinking about her own.. "When things are so bad, I run. And then when things aren't as bad I practice running so I can run for longer when they are." She reached forward to touch his wrist, not the scars themselves, but the skin nearby.
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Date: 2014-03-20 01:21 pm (UTC)From:"I'd probably fall over if I tried to run, much to my mother's horror," he laughed then. He was in shape, but quite clumsy. "And I never get much sleep. Nightmares. But I could watch running."
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Date: 2014-03-20 01:59 pm (UTC)From:She knew who Danny was though. Mrs Marlow's son, and Gloria had killed his sister. Zoe thought it was very important to know all the people who had lost someone to Gloria.
"Repressed memories mean I don't have nightmares," Rachel explained.
"That is a riot," Zoe agreed.
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