Quiet (Danny, Open to anyone at London College)

[daniel_marlow]

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.

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[runrachelrun.insanejournal.com]

Zoe watched his face as he spoke, and she took in how he touched his wrist and thought carefully about the meaning of his words. Here was a guy who was clearly more than just a teachers son who had list his sister. She knew he was reclusive, and she'd seen him talking to Dylan, but Zoe did not know all that much more about him. Here was another person with more than one worst thing in their life.

"See," said Rachel. "I don't remember." Her voice had leveled out, like she was reciting lines in a play. "I don't remember the worst day of my life when my mother put us all in the car and drove us out of Plymouth. I don't really remember living in Plymouth. I don't remember where she said we were going that day. I don't remember what the weather was like. I don't remember if my brothers were being annoying that day or if one of them was reading out a story, although I do remember he used to read to me. I don't remember the last things I said to them."

"I don't remember," she said, holding out her hand, which was trembling slightly, and angling it downwards, like a car rolling downhill, "-my mother locking the doors and driving the car into the River Tamar. So," she looked at Danny, really sadly. "I don't hate it, because I don't want to remember that."