It's All of the Good That Won't Come Out of Us
Who: wittybaudelaire and zone_of_truth
What: Therapy, despite Violet's initial unwillingness.
When: Forward dated to Wednesday
Where: Sweet's office
Rating: PG-13, graphic situations
It was bad enough attempting to hide her problems, but at least she was managing that before. Having never had the time or ability to deal with the past two years of her life while back home, she didn't want to face the idea of everything that has happened. That would mean questioning what she's done, and with Dewey's murder so fresh in her memory, she just couldn't bring herself to it.
The castle's latest trick stopped that though. With hallucinations of blood that had not stopped since Monday and no memory of Dewey Denoument, the caretaker of the library at Hotel Denoument, she was forced to deal with it.
So there she was at Sweets' door, knocking softly. She stared ahead and tucked her hands under her armpits at her sides. Wearing an old black dress, she prepared herself for the next however long she'd be with him. There was a lot. She knew there was a lot. It seemed almost insurmountable like staring up at the mountain she once had to climb. Only this was emotional and it was hard to see past that when it seemed so unproductive. She was living a halfway decent life at Paradisa without dealing with the loss of her parents, the murders of her guardians, being accused of murder, losing close friends, and the treachery of Count Olaf time and time again.
This wasn't going to be easy.
What: Therapy, despite Violet's initial unwillingness.
When: Forward dated to Wednesday
Where: Sweet's office
Rating: PG-13, graphic situations
It was bad enough attempting to hide her problems, but at least she was managing that before. Having never had the time or ability to deal with the past two years of her life while back home, she didn't want to face the idea of everything that has happened. That would mean questioning what she's done, and with Dewey's murder so fresh in her memory, she just couldn't bring herself to it.
The castle's latest trick stopped that though. With hallucinations of blood that had not stopped since Monday and no memory of Dewey Denoument, the caretaker of the library at Hotel Denoument, she was forced to deal with it.
So there she was at Sweets' door, knocking softly. She stared ahead and tucked her hands under her armpits at her sides. Wearing an old black dress, she prepared herself for the next however long she'd be with him. There was a lot. She knew there was a lot. It seemed almost insurmountable like staring up at the mountain she once had to climb. Only this was emotional and it was hard to see past that when it seemed so unproductive. She was living a halfway decent life at Paradisa without dealing with the loss of her parents, the murders of her guardians, being accused of murder, losing close friends, and the treachery of Count Olaf time and time again.
This wasn't going to be easy.