Tautou
Title: Tautou
Pairing: -
Rating: PG thus far
Summary: It’s starting all over again. The depression, that sinking feeling, ever present in the pit of your stomach. That aching dread of things to come… It’s all starting again.
It’s starting all over again. The depression, that sinking feeling, ever present in the pit of your stomach. That aching dread of things to come… It’s all starting again.
You shake your head resolutely, you’re not going through this again, you promised yourself that last time, really was the last time… You don’t want to let yourself down again.
No more tears, no more cuts, no more booze, no more pills…
This is not your life.
This is not the path you signed up to follow.
This is not you.
You sigh softly and try to smile, but it seems as if the muscles in your face have somehow forgotten what to do. You pick up the phone, and call the only person you trust, your shrink.
You don’t know him that well, but you trust him, because unlike everyone else, he doesn’t try to make you speak. He just lets you sit, and count the cars outside the window, or memorize the pattern of the books on his shelf. He doesn’t care if you play with the hem of your shirt the whole time you’re with him. And because of this, you talk for him, simply because he doesn’t make you.
“Hello?”
“Hi.” You say quietly into the telephone, you’re hoping he’ll recognize your voice, and of course, he does.
“Hello Ryan, how are you?” He asks, you can hear the slight smile in his voice when he speaks.
“I…” You hesitate, “I think it’s back.” You tell him
“I see” He says, and you can imagine him nodding to himself as he searches for a pad of paper. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asks you
“I don’t know if I can.” You mutter, wondering why you even called in the first place.
“Take your time.” He says gently, and you know you’ll end up spill your heart to him before the call’s over. You sigh softly and prepare yourself to speak.
“I umm, I” You pause, trying to figure out just what exactly it is that’s on your mind. “I think I remember something. About the accident.” You say, whispering the last part like it was some sort of horrible secret.
“I see” He says, and you can imagine him scribbling this down with a curious look on his face. “What exactly do you remember?” He asks you.
“Well…” You begin, wishing things weren’t always this hard. “I remember who did it. Who shot me.” You say quietly.
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lol yea.... umm... rad... lol
anywho i have no clue where this piece of crap is going...
Pairing: -
Rating: PG thus far
Summary: It’s starting all over again. The depression, that sinking feeling, ever present in the pit of your stomach. That aching dread of things to come… It’s all starting again.
It’s starting all over again. The depression, that sinking feeling, ever present in the pit of your stomach. That aching dread of things to come… It’s all starting again.
You shake your head resolutely, you’re not going through this again, you promised yourself that last time, really was the last time… You don’t want to let yourself down again.
No more tears, no more cuts, no more booze, no more pills…
This is not your life.
This is not the path you signed up to follow.
This is not you.
You sigh softly and try to smile, but it seems as if the muscles in your face have somehow forgotten what to do. You pick up the phone, and call the only person you trust, your shrink.
You don’t know him that well, but you trust him, because unlike everyone else, he doesn’t try to make you speak. He just lets you sit, and count the cars outside the window, or memorize the pattern of the books on his shelf. He doesn’t care if you play with the hem of your shirt the whole time you’re with him. And because of this, you talk for him, simply because he doesn’t make you.
“Hello?”
“Hi.” You say quietly into the telephone, you’re hoping he’ll recognize your voice, and of course, he does.
“Hello Ryan, how are you?” He asks, you can hear the slight smile in his voice when he speaks.
“I…” You hesitate, “I think it’s back.” You tell him
“I see” He says, and you can imagine him nodding to himself as he searches for a pad of paper. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asks you
“I don’t know if I can.” You mutter, wondering why you even called in the first place.
“Take your time.” He says gently, and you know you’ll end up spill your heart to him before the call’s over. You sigh softly and prepare yourself to speak.
“I umm, I” You pause, trying to figure out just what exactly it is that’s on your mind. “I think I remember something. About the accident.” You say, whispering the last part like it was some sort of horrible secret.
“I see” He says, and you can imagine him scribbling this down with a curious look on his face. “What exactly do you remember?” He asks you.
“Well…” You begin, wishing things weren’t always this hard. “I remember who did it. Who shot me.” You say quietly.
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lol yea.... umm... rad... lol
anywho i have no clue where this piece of crap is going...