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Post by Bella Raven - Crow Woman on May 15, 2018 3:41:01 GMT -6
“That’s still no excuse, Ryan. The last thing I want is for my kids to be sick on their first day of school tomorrow.” Anna reminded Ryan, regarding his folded arm and slightly miserable demeanour. She seemed to pick up now desk chair..
“What are you doing?” Ryan asked, wondering why she was rearranging the furniture in his roon.
“This is the trick that I’ve learned to reduce temporary headaches.” Anna said, placing two fingers onto both of Ryan”s temples, gently rubbing and rotating her fingers in a circular motion around his temples to ease his stresses and anxiety that he carries deep within his mind.
“Just close your eyes and take deep a breath. Let all that stress and anger fade away.” Anna said, continuing to massage Ryan’s temples to ease his headache. He didn’t react - he needed this to help feel better. Closing his eyes in brief relaxation. Anna smiled after seeing his calm expression. An expression that he hasn’t had since we moved to Derry.
6:00 PM
After an hour of ending Ryan’s headache, Anna stopped and removed her hands from his temples of Ryan’s head, allowing him to relax.
“Since when are you a massage therapist?” Ryan asked sarcastically.
“I’ve also took massage therapy classes in college. Sometimes it can relieve headaches to ease the pressure brought on during a migraine or tension related injuries. It manipulates the body's muscles and soft tissues to relieve pain or decrease stress.” Anna revealed, standing herself up from Ryan’s desk chair.
“Thanks, I needed that.” He thanked, a warm smile on his face..
“I’m going to make you some soup. And I expect for you to eat it before bed. You and Bella have a big day tomorrow.” Anna reminded, walking out of Ryan’s bedroom and closing the door behind her. Ryan picked up remote and restarted The Thing again to continue watching it in peace.
6: 45 PM
A moment later, Anna returned to Ryan’s bedroom quietly with a bowl of chicken soup, a fresh glass of water and two more stronger aspirin tablets for Ryan’s headache, on a tray. He was at the scene from The Thing when Copper attempted to defibrillate Norris, but his chest transforms into a large mouth and bites off Copper's arms. MacReady incinerates the Norris-Thing, but its head separates from the body and attempts to escape before also being burnt.
“That stuff gives you nightmares you know.” Anna smiled, slight sarcasm in her voice, walking towards Ryan’s bed like a nurse aiding a patient.
“I’m not 13 anymore, Anna. Besides, it’s a classic. Beats Bella’s fairytale crap.” Ryan smirked.
“As soon as it’s over, lights out for the night. Understand?” Anna asked, carefully lowering the tray onto his bed.
“Sure.” Ryan sighed, not wanting to argue as he looked down as his comfort food. “Chicken soup?”
“It does more than just fight a cold, it also fights a headache.” Anna spoke, pulling out an ice pack to place on top of his head .
“It’s just a headache, not an head injury. Although I almost got one earlier. No thanks to Bella.” Ryan smirked.
“Don’t worry about that. What matters right now is getting you better. I’m only looking out for you.” Anna smiled.
“I was wrong about you, Anna. I’d only think that no matter how much damage that Bella has caused to us over the years, you’d always take her side.” Ryan sighed, remembering Bella’s selfish attempts to seek more attention over the years since he was adopted.
“It’s okay. I was the one to blame for not believing you. She may be my daughter, but you’re also my son. I know it’s hard now, but she’ll come around eventually. Until then, grounding her is the only treatment to remind her of the consequences of her actions. You also need to learn not to let your anger get the best of you, because it’s not always the answer. Sometimes it’s best to just walk away than to cause a scene. Promise me that when you start school tomorrow, you won’t harm anyone.” Anna asked, hoping for Ryan to control his anger, despite the possibility of people harassing him.
“I’ll try.” Ryan promised, knowing that deep down as long as people mistreat him, he will always fight back. That promise for Anna’s sake had to be adhered to. Even if the provocation was severe. She of walked out Ryan’s bedroom door, stopping for a brief second.
“Ryan?” Anna asked, turning her head to the bedridden Brit one last time.
“Yeah?” Ryan asked.
“Do you think Bella was telling the truth this time?” She enquired. She never saw a fearful expression like that before, so it was hard for both of them to tell that I was telling the truth about what I saw.
“I don’t know.. No offense, but she can be a terrible liar.” Ryan shrugged, starting to begin eating his his soup, taking a sip of water to wash down the two aspirin tablets to cure his headache.
“I suppose so. Goodnight, Ryan. I hope you feel better soon.” Anna sighed deeply, wishing that she could trust me again as she closed the door behind her once again.
Meanwhile, I kicked my small black trash can out of anger, knocking crumpled photos of my father all over the floor again. I leapt onto my bed and continued to drown myself in my tears of pity. Now that I’m finally telling the truth, nobody believes me. I felt like the boy who cried wolf, or the girl who cried clown that tried to kidnap me. That same creepy and disturbing grin will forever haunt my mind.
“Maybe I shouldn’t of left home.” I thought, deeply regretting my decision to leave the house, despite the denial that I’ve portrayed towards my mom and Ryan earlier after I’ve returned home from my walk of hell. Neibolt Street was a place that I will never return to again.
“Float down where?” I asked myself, raised myself up from ,y bed until I was sitting on the edge, my one hand underneath my chin in thought as if trying to figure out what that clown met when he phased the words, “We all float down here.”
But my thought was interrupted by a knock on my bedroom door outside my bedroom, “Bella……I left you a grilled cheese sandwich on the kitchen table whenever you’re ready. Good night.” Anna called out calmly! not ready to come into my bedroom to speak to me tonight?
After I heard the sound of Anna’s bedroom door closed, I sighed deeply! more guilt pressing against my stomach like I’ve just swallowed a bunch of rocks, the guilt of possibly ruining this family gnawing away at me. The truth was now a big fat lie in both Ryan and Anna’s eyes, so at this point, there was no use in proving anything.
Maybe I was really imagining that creepy clown, Mom always said that I had an overactive imagination ever since I was a child just to escape from my everyday stress in reality. Hopefully I’ll never have to see it again.
So after I shook the image of that clown out of my mind, I leapt off my bed, opened my bedroom door and silently walked downstairs to the kitchen alone where I found my homemade grilled cheese sandwich on the kitchen table.
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Post by LexingtonDeville1984 on May 15, 2018 13:12:27 GMT -6
Whilst Bella helped herself to her grilled cheese sandwich snack downstairs, Ryan was busy with his chicken soup. It tasted good - much to his inherent surprise. Feeling comfortable, he began to feel all the previous hour’s worth of anger, spite, and venom slowly ebbing and flowing away from his mind.
"Less pain, the better." He mumbled, still enjoying the cult sci-fi horror classic that played out on his TV screen. The next scene was the infamous blood test scene - one of his favourite parts. MacReady, using a heated copper wire, performed a series of tests on the remaining research team members, hoping to deduce whom was real and whom was the alien menace lurking within.
"Still gets me." Ryan chuckled, slightly jumping at the part where MacReady heated one petri dish of blood and the crimson fluid shot out, screeching in agony. Crew member Palmer was the one infected. His gory transformation was done via old school effects, which Ryan absolutely loved. The ensuing commotion saw the Palmer-Thing attack Windows, consuming his head and infecting him while violently throwing him around before MacReady managed to incinerate the Palmer-Thing and blow it up with a stick of dynamite. He then incinerated Windows before he could change.
He took more sp00nfuls of Anna’s chicken soup, enjoying the taste. The pain inside his head was being swiftly nullified, including his anger. All it took was some honesty about having a rough day and some comfort food to lift his spirits. For someone who wore his heart on his sleeve, Ryan had more than enough goodness buried beneath all the years of hurt and suffering. He simply chose not to let it show in his green eyes.
"I’ll thank her in the morning." Ryan spoke, hoping that tomorrow would be a stress free first day of school. His days at the tough school in New York City often lead to confrontations with the jocks from Brooklyn, The Bronx and Staten Island. Usually, he sent them all back to their respective districts with black eyes, broken noses, and missing teeth.
Bella was another challenge. They never interacted, chosing to avoid one another until they came home. Such was the tension that Ryan was forced to prevent a suicide attempt by his sullen and fatalistic stepsister. This incident was the reason they ceased to co-exist.
But for now, Ryan was content to relax as the evening continued to wear on.
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Post by Bella Raven - Crow Woman on May 17, 2018 4:30:37 GMT -6
Alone in the kitchen, I sat at the kitchen table, slowly and silently eating the homemade grilled cheese sandwich that my mom was generous enough to make for me. Despite my aggressive behavior towards Ryan earlier, she was still willing to make sure that I had my dinner before bed. The kitchen was so quiet as I took small bites of my snack and small sips out of my glass of milk, I could hear the sound of water dripping constantly into the kitchen sink from the faucet.
On the outside, but deep down, I regret giving my mother grief while making Ryan’s life a living hell when he was only trying to be my protective stepbrother. But because of my own tragic past, I was forced to isolate myself and deny anyone who tried to interfere with me, just to avoid anymore tragedy around me, the preppy and snotty bullies from New York’s Manhattan Bridges High School and my father who attempted to kill me in my sleep. I had to defend myself even if I killed him by accident. No matter how many times my mom tried to convince me that it wasn’t my fault, it doesn’t change the fact that I have killed someone. Accident or not. Am I a murderer or a defender? Either way, the memory will haunt me forever.
Ryan’s not alone. Society has never been on my side either. Ryan may think I’ve been playing the victim game all my life, but that’s because I am truly the victim, whether or not I’m being overly dramatic. I’m like the next Sophie Lancaster, who, just like me, was a victim of intolerance and beaten to death by 5 teenage boys until she died in August 2007. Just because she was a goth too.
As long as racists, bullies, murderers, and rapists still exist, there is no justice this world. That is the reason I hide my true feelings. Ryan’s right about one thing. I AM a coward. But only because I look out for myself. People despise freaks like me because they fear the unusual. That’s why they’ll never understand me, not even my own family.
As I finished my grilled cheese sandwich, I rose up from my seat with the empty plate and the empty glass in my hands, about to put them in the sin. My iPhone vibrated on the kitchen table. I placed the plate and the glass down onto the kitchen counter before I picked the device up. An unknown message flashed on the screen.
“Huh?” I asked, hesitant to see who it was, but accepting the message out of curiosity…..
What I saw on the text nearly caused me to drop my iPhone in horror as I gripped onto it in my hands, shivering at the same time when my blue eyes read the message……
“You’ll float too!” read the unknown text, clown and a red balloon emojis beside it. Another unknown message texted me with the same photo of the house’s backyard from Neibolt Street, that same clown with 21 red balloons in his hand standing there. Exactly like the moment when I first encountered him earlier today.
“How’s…….That possible?” I shivered, staring at the photo. It’s yellow eyes started back at me, it’s sinister grin spreading wider and wider across it’s disturbing face…..
Finally, I decided to block the unknown caller and delete the messages off my iPhone. Breathing heavily in relief, that still didn’t change the fact that this thing somehow knew my phone number.
“It was all just a prank…..Maybe I’m just tired.” I convinced myself, closed my eyes and rubbing the sides of my forehead to gather my thoughts together before walking out of the kitchen towards the stairs, walking back into my bedroom and closing the door behind me.
Just to be safe, I shut off my iPhone for the night, deciding to sleep off this bizarre day off my mind.
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Post by LexingtonDeville1984 on May 17, 2018 13:23:51 GMT -6
8:00PM
With the weekend drawing to a close outside via the slowly darkening skies, Ryan had just reached the conclusion of The Thing. It’s ending was left open to viewer interpretation, with remaining crew members MacReady and Childs sitting outside the burning research base in the freezing temperatures, acknowledging their mutual distrust in wondering which one of them has been infected by the creature’s mimicking ability.
"Guess that’s enough for one night." Ryan sighed, ejecting the disc from his DVD player and placing it back into it’s casing. Switching off his television, he closed his curtains and prepared to get an early night in preparation for his first day back at school. After returning the bowl of empty chicken soup and the tray back to the kitchen, he headed back upstairs, shut his door, climbed into bed and decided to ponder his future.
This summer had been less than pleasant. Following the end of the school term, he and Bella’s animosity continued to grow. From never-ending arguments to slammed doors and threats of violence, it was enough to push Ryan further into the depths of cynicism and hatred. He spent many nights wandering the streets on his own, venturing into various metal concerts and hanging out with metalheads at a local record store a few blocks from home called Metal Forces. That was his Mecca, his sanctuary, his treasure trove of everything heavy metal.
Each time he returned home, he would always be met with questions from Anna as to where he was. This was met with a disinterested shrug of the shoulders and occasional periods of being grounded.
"Early night it is then." He grumbled, switching off the army-print lampshade on his bedside table and lowered his head onto the pillow. It took him at least 5 minutes to close his eyes and let this less than perfect day end. Deep down, even he was dreading a first day at school, which almost intrinsically linked him to Bella’s nervousness at having to socialise with the various cliques that they avoided like the plague.
For now, Ryan allowed the land of sleep to take over and grant him peace. If only for the next 10 hours or more.
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Post by Bella Raven - Crow Woman on May 18, 2018 1:19:16 GMT -6
In my bedroom, I removed my dirty and sweaty clothing, changing into fresh and clean sleepwear - a long sleeved oversized black off-the-shoulder shirt that had white painted flying bats around it and black and white stripe sweatpants, walking around in barefoot. I discarded my stained black leggings and stained black and white striped sweater into my black laundry basket across my bedroom on the other side of my bed.
“That’s better.” I sighed, quietly walking out of my bedroom and into the bathroom.
After a moment of more privacy, I turned on the warm water from the bathroom faucet to wash my hands, cleaning the sweat and small dirt off my face, feeling the warm soapy mercury splashing into my face, washing away all the drama and twisted hallucinations within my mind until I felt fresh and new again. My face was now naked and makeup free for the night, which in my option, saw me look older for my age without my makeup to cover my hideous blemishes. Not only am I insecure of who I am, but also of my appearance. Even if it means covering myself with extra things such as makeup to look presentable without people giving me more dirty looks.
After brushing my teeth, I walked out of the bathroom and walked past Ryan’s closed bedroom door, back into my quiet place once more, closing the door behind me for the rest of the night.
I looked out my bedroom window and stared at the full moon shining through the gray clouds in the evening sky, the dim glare from each streetlight were the only thing keeping this town from complete darkness.
That hallucination of my father was long gone. No soul was walking in our streets at this hour. Everybody’s probably in bed for school in the morning.
“What the hell was that thing?” I asked myself in a low quiet voice, staring out the window, looking into the far distance across Derry towards a street that was shrouded in complete darkness with no streetlights. This made me think that it was Neboit Street..
“Whatever it was, I hope to never see that clown again.” I sighed, snapping that hallucination out of my mind, knowing that it was pointless to warn people about something if nobody believes me.
“That clown wasn’t that scary.” I snarled, trying to shake away my fear from earlier today. telling to myself that it was probably just a lonely homeless man living alone in that crackhead house, scaring away children with his creepy clown costume which sure fooled me into actually being afraid of that disturbing paedophile or murderer.
I could only hope that I will never have to see that creep again as long as I walk on that street, finally closing my black curtains to block the view of our street.
9:00 PM
One hour had passed since I crawled into bed and closed my eyes, struggling to sleep this night away. Total darkness and silence, broken by crickets from outside our house, was all I could hear throughout the night.
3:00 AM
In the middle of the night, my iPhone, inside my drawer beside my bed, began to vibrate. Groan in exhaustion with my eyes closed, I rose my right arm out of the comforter of my bed and stretched my right hand forward…..
"What the f***? I thought I…….” I paused, feeling something sticky coating my iPhone. Rubbing my eyes with my left free hand to fully wake myself up, I narrowed my tired gaze down at my phone, now covered in cobwebs. A chill crept down my spine in confusion and horror.
But the worst was yet to come as I switched the lamp back on to brighten the darkness……
“AH!” I gasped loudly in horror, my heart about to leap out of my throat in fear. My entire bedroom was covered in cobwebs, with my desk covered with thicker webbing that looked like they housed spider eggs. One of them began to move, bursting open until millions of tiny black spiders were crawling across my cobwebbed walls, ceiling, and floor.
“GET OFF OF ME!” I screamed, my frightened eyes looking down at my cocooned body, covered in cobwebs. Several baby black spiders crawled between my legs and my arms.
As I wildly began to shake the cobwebs and spiders off my body, everything around me went into dead silence that even the crickets outside the house couldn’t be heard anymore. I could only hear the sound of my closet door creaking open on its own, revealing it’s blackness within.
“W-W-Who’s……There……?” I shivered, choking in my own fear. A familiar tall figure began to emerge from my closet….
“No……You’re not real!” I startled. Tomy horror, it was that same clown from that house on Neboit Street. It stared into my eyes with its piercing yellow gaze, a leering grin spread widely across it’s face, standing across from my bed. I remained rooted to that spot, leaning my back against the wall.
“NO!” I denied, closing my eyes and telling myself that this was not real and that it was all just a dream.
‘Wake up! Wake up!” I repeated, but as I snapped my eyes open again, the clown was still standing across from me, my cobwebbed surroundings leaving me with nowhere to run.
Suddenly, my body shivering heavily, blood running cold, ivory skin turning ghostly pale, the clown began to slowly approach my bed. The spiders from the ceiling crawled down into his orange hair as he continued to grin at me. I was too frightened to scream for help……
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Post by LexingtonDeville1984 on May 18, 2018 13:27:41 GMT -6
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout." The clown chuckled, singing in a taunting voice. Bella struggled and squirmed against the sticky silk that fastened her to her bed, but it was ultimately futile. Catatonic with fear, choking out half-words through a whimpering tone of voice, she was utterly helpless.
"Down came the rain and washed the spider out." He continued to sing, leering over Bella with his hideous yellow toothed grin. One spider crawled off his hair and dropped onto the frightened girl’s face, crawling up her cheek. Utterly paralysed, she tried to scream. The clown muffled her cries for help with a gloved hand, which forced her immobilised legs to frantically kick in desperation.
"Out came the clown and dried up all the rain. He still sung, delighting in Bella’s fear. She rolled her head left and right, desperate to find a way out of this horrifying nightmare. The clown’s grin suddenly begin to grow wide as Bella’s muffled screams became louder.
"And the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again." The creepy creature finished, his mouth elongating to reveal a jaw of hideous fanged teeth. An orange glare started to glow from deep inside that cavernous maw.
Bella struggled, her conscience screaming at her to wake up.....
Back in reality, she jolted awake in a cold sweat, screaming. Her pyjama’s were stuck to her already pale skin, her long black hair tangled in knots. Once reality began to sit in, she fearfully glanced around her darkened bedroom.
No cobwebs. No spiders. No clown.
"B.... but.... he was right there!" She squeaked, seeing nothing except her clean bedsheets and closed closet door. With a terrified look on her face, she glanced at her clock. It was now 3:30am. At least another 5 hours before the first day of school. Settling her head onto the pillow, she closed her eyes and quickly went back to sleep
4 hours later......
Daylight chased away the darkness, bathing the town of Derry in it’s morning glow. Small rays of early autumnal sunshine filtered through the curtains of Ryan’s bedroom. Having slept for a total of 11 hours, his digital alarm clock came to life as the sounds of Raining Blood by Slayer came blaring out. Just as the first buzzsaw guitar riff and rumbling drum roll began, he stirred awake, angrily pounding his fist onto the alarm to shut it off.
"Great. I’m well again." He grumbled, wishing he still had a headache as he dragged himself out of bed. Deep down, he didn’t want to start a new day of school, but he forced himself regardless.
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Post by Bella Raven - Crow Woman on May 20, 2018 23:44:09 GMT -6
7:29 AM
Time was my worst time. It felt like eternity after my realistic nightmare of that clown. Throughout the night until the sun of a new day finally brightened the darkness. small rays of light of the morning sun lit up my black curtains.
But even though I was safe in my bed throughout the night, I buried my entire body deep underneath my comforter blanket with my head on the pillow and my body on the mattress, shivering underneath the covers. My eyes opened, dark circles underneath. I had stayed up throughout the whole night, fearing that clown returning to haunt me again if I try to go back to sleep.
8:00 AM
A minute later, my digital alarm clock on my nightstand beside my bed buzzed so loudly that I shrieked and jolted up from my bed like a scaredy cat. still underneath my covers.
After finally managing to struggle out of my covers, revealing my long black hair, all tangled, knotty, and unkempt like a giant hairball. I reached out my hand and desperately pressed the snooze button to bring silence back in my bedroom.
My face still covered in cold sweat as I breathed heavily in huge relief, shutting off my alarm clock, my tired eyes gazed around my bedroom which was now free from spiders, cobwebs, and even from that f***ing clown. I then turned my head to witness the light of the morning sun trying to break through my curtains.
Tired and paranoid eyes glanced at my closet door, which was still closed. I feared that the monster was still hiding inside.
I gulped in fear, slowly rising up from my bed and tip toeing cautiously towards my closet door until a trembling hand reached out and touched the doorknob. I froze for a moment, briefly held back by fear I took a deep breath and said to myself, “You can do this……”
I aggressively opened the door, flinching back. Nothing but my gothic clothing was hanging inside my closet. I stared with a strong relief, confused at the same time I could’ve sworn that everything I saw and felt last night was real.
“It wasn’t a dream…..It can’t be…….It was so real!” I shivered, recalling the memory of the clown’s hideous grin and sharp fangs, opening it’s mouth, revealing an orange light glowing deep within, millions of screams and cries echoing before I desperately resisted and woke up.
Even the mere thought of those screams from that creature’s monstrous and cavernous maw echoing inside my head caused a shiver to run down my spine as my hands grabbed into my shoulders, the feeling of fear taking over me.
“That’s thing’s not human…..” I muttered in my shaken up voice. “It doesn’t make any sense…..What does it want from me?” I asked, questionimg myself as how this thing knows what I fear or know who I am.
Three knocks rattled on my bedroom door, interrupting my thoughts and causingme to shriek loudly. I flinched off my feet and turned myself around to face the door. It was my mom from the other side.
“Bella? Are you okay in there?” Anna asked from outside, a little taken aback.
“I-I-I’m fine, mom……I’ll be right down!” I called out nervously, beginning to rummage through my closet to find a choice of clothes for my first day of Derry High School.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Anna asked again, being a concerned mother.
“Y-Y-Yes, mom! I’m almost ready!” I called out again, slipping on a pair of black skinny ripped jeans, a black skeleton ribcage tank top, a black sweater cardigan with a hood on the back, a pair of black knee high combat boots and a black choker with a pentagram charm in the center. I finished up my look by brushing out the knots from my long black hair, which was down to my chest again, a black knitted beanie on top of my head. I gothic makeup to my ivory face, finishing up with black eye shadow, black eyeliner, black mascara, and black lipstick.
“You can’t be late on your first day of school so don’t be too long, Bella.” Anna urged, informing me to be ready before 8AM as she left to knock on Ryan’s bedroom to ensure that he was getting read for school too.
“Ryan, are you up? I need you to walk Bella to school.” Anna asked.
My bedroom door opened to revealed myself ready for school, my black bat winged messenger bag on my shoulder. She noticed that my walk was slightly staggered and unsteadiy, as if I was about ready to collapse onto the floor.
“Bella, did you sleep well last night?” Anna asked. She couldn’t fully tell that I didn’t sleep at all last night because the dark circles hidden underneath my gothic eye makeup.
“I’m fine, mom……Just tired that’s all.’” I lied. There was no point of telling her what happened. That would be too ludicrous to explain. But it was real. “I’ll be downstairs…..”
Yawning, I walked past Anna and headed downstairs through the hallway and into the kitchen, secretly and quickly making myself a cup of coffee with the coffee machine to fully wake myself up and to cover any suspicions that my mom may have about me. Ryan and I both had go go to the same school together this year, so Ryan has to walk with me to Derry High School as part of my punishment to ensure that I don’t leave on my own.
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Post by LexingtonDeville1984 on May 24, 2018 13:37:48 GMT -6
7:45am
While Bella was believing her delusional nightmares in her own little world, Ryan was busy getting ready. He had already disappeared into the bathroom for a quick 5 to 10 minute shower, ensuring that he would wake up headache free. Unlike his attention-seeking stepsister, he didn’t have any nightmares plaguing his mind.
Now freshened up, he darted back into his bedroom and closed the door. His short black hair was relatively easy to dry, given his penchant for keeping it short. After 15 more minutes of organising his bedcovers, he applied fresh deodorant under his arms and quickly slipped a pair of black y fronts over his groin and grey socks over his feet. Purple discolouration marked his left thigh from where Bella had pushed him over yesterday, leaving him with some slight discomfort. He winced as he put the last sock over his right foot.
"That b**ch could of killed me yesterday." Ryan muttered, placing a silver watch over his right wrist. His choice of clothes were jeans with a spiked belt, and a Sepultura t-shirt with the Arise album cover emblazoned on the front. Next, he placed his brother’s dog tags around his neck and grabbed his iPhone, it’s outer cover sporting the Punisher skull logo.
8:00am
Next, he used a small mirror mounted on his backdoor, next to his dartboard, to apply a small handful of wax to style his hair. Smiling slightly, he opened his wardrobe and prepared to select one of his cutoff denim battle vest’s when he heard Anna knocking at the door, asking him to walk Bella to school.
"So I’m babysitter again. Whoop de doo." He sarcastically implied, placing his battle vest over his torso. It was covered in patches of various thrash metal and death metal bands, some of which he enjoyed listening to.
"Please, Ryan. Remember your promise." Anna urged, her calm voice tinged with slight hope.
"Jesus Christ. Alright. Just don’t expect us to hold hands while crossing the road." Ryan grumbled, opening his door and breezing past Anna, heading downstairs. He was in no mood for a full English, so he decided to make himself a bacon sandwich with British made bacon and two white slices of bread. Once he fried the bacon, he ensured it was cooked just right.
Ignoring Bella, he sat at the table and took a bite out of his early morning snack.
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Post by Bella Raven - Crow Woman on May 25, 2018 0:33:40 GMT -6
“Aren’t you too young to drink coffee, Bella?” Ryan asked, still sitting at the table eating his, noticing that I was pouring myself a fresh steaming hot cup of black coffee into a black mug from the coffee machine on the kitchen counter. I grabbed a sugar container and went into the refrigerator to grab a bottle of vanilla coffee cream and two spoons of sugar for my coffee, startled by his voice.
“Ryan!” I squeaked, the sound of his voice caused me to spill some coffee onto my hand on the kitchen counter.
“Ow!” I flinched, swiping my hand away from the kitchen counter. I could feel the scalding sensation on the skin of my hand, slowly revealing a reddish burn mark.
I rinsed my slightly burned hand underneath the cold water tap in the kitchen sink, the stinging pain dissipating off of my hand. I picked up a nearby tea towel and absorbed the coffee spill between the edge of the kitchen counter and the kitchen floor.
“I didn’t sleep so good last night, Ryan……” I yawned in complete exhaustion, finally taking a sip of my coffee, still standing beside the kitchen counter across from the kitchen table where Ryan was still sitting, keeping my distance. I was in no mood to argue with him.
The nightmare of massive spiders and that disturbing clown had kept me up throughout the whole night in fear that it might return to haunt me again if I try to go to sleep.
“I can see that. Why didn’t you sleep last night?” Ryan asked in sarcasm, a little suspicious of my tired expression.
“No reason.” I lied, knowing that if I told him about my nightmare, Mom will eventually consider me to life in a psychiatric hospital for believing that I have gone insane since we moved here
At this point, I don’t know what to believe anymore. All I can do now is pretend that this had never happened and try to accept new changes in my life and move forward until it eventually goes away.
Until the , I took two pieces of bread and put them in the toaster for 2 minutes until they popped out onto the small plate, I spread some butter and cherry jelly onto them for a quick breakfast.
Ryan just decided to go by what I said and turns back around to finish up his bacon sandwich and glass his orange juice.
As soon as I was finished with my breakfast and my cup of coffee, Ryan was just about done with his breakfast. We heard footsteps descending downstairs, which forced me to dump the rest of the coffee from the coffee pot and my mug into the kitchen sink, the rest being swallowed down the drain of the kitchen sink before placing the coffee pot and the mug into the dishwasher. Anna briefly walked into the kitchen to check up on us, making sure that we had our breakfast. She had been called in to be at work in her office early to help a patient on the case of a child missing since last week.
“Have you two had your breakfast?” Anna asked, walking into he kitchen to check up on us. She was dressed smartly in a white overcoat, cream blouse and a long grey pencil thin skirt, her oversized handbag over one shoulder and her suitcase in her hand.
Ryan and I silently nodded in agreement. Anna checked the time on her watch, she had until 8:30AM to get to her office.
“I have to leave for work now, so stay together until you two get to school, okay?” Anna asked, enquiring if we had downloaded the directions to Derry High School onto our map apps on our iPhones. Again we nodded our heads.
“Today’s your first big day. Pleass try to make a good impression.” Anna asked, hoping for us to behave on our first day. She then walked up towards me as I was now sitting on the kitchen table across from Ryan.
“Remember that you have a session with me after school, got it?” She reminded me.
I had no choice but to obey, forcing out the words, “Yes, mom.”
“Bella, you know I’m doing for you because I love you, right?” Anna promised. “This is only temporary until you’re ready to move forward.”
“Whatever, Mom.” I sighed deeply, still feeling as if I was being punished for telling the truth. Yet she or my stepbrother don’t believe me.
“I have to go. Try yo have a good day, Bella.” Anna hugged me and kissed me on my cheek. She the. walked up towards Ryan, “I’m counting on you, Ryan. I’ll see you two later.’ Anna hugged and kissed Ryan on the cheek before walking down the hallway and out of the front door, closing it and leaving us alone once again We had until 9AM to get to school.
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Post by LexingtonDeville1984 on May 25, 2018 11:22:00 GMT -6
Once Anna reversed out of the driveway and drove the grey Dodge Journey down the street, all Bella could do was stare solemnly out of the window. Her heart sank, knowing that no matter how hard she tried, nobody would believe her of what she saw yesterday. Ryan simply put his plate in the dishwasher and sunk the last remnants of his orange juice.
"And here I go again. Mister glorified babysitter." He grumbled, disappearing upstairs to grab his grey shoulder messenger bag. It’s front was adorned with 3 metal band patches, including a large Iron Maiden patch, and flanked by patches of Judas Priest and Motörhead. He slung it over his shoulder and grabbed his iPhone and wallet, slipping both into the left and right pocket of his jeans, respectively.
Bella continued to mope, sitting at the kitchen table and wishing that her mom hadn’t taken it upon herself to sign her up for therapy. As if she needed some shrink messing around inside her head.
Ryan descended from upstairs, pausing to put his combat boots on over his feet. "Hurry up if you’re coming, half-pint." He muttered, loud enough for her to hear without acknowledging her presence.
"Yeah, yeah, hold on." Bella sniped, preparing to put her own gothic combat boots on. She picked up her bag, looking to her stepbrother as he opened the front door. Walking down the hallway, she breezed past Ryan as he closed and locked the door.
Ryan put the keys into his pocket, starting to walk on ahead of Bella. He was in no mood to talk about whatever screwed up dreams she had experienced last night. He was still slightly sore from where she had pushed him over. The walk to school had begun.
"A day of hell awaits." The British metalhead grumbled, ignoring the grey clouds above him in the early morning skies.
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Post by Bella Raven - Crow Woman on May 28, 2018 21:28:20 GMT -6
8:35 AM
The day was going to be Hell alright.
Ryan and I began to silently walk across the empty streets, walking past a nearby streetlight that had a poster of a missing child - a young 8 year old boy named Joseph Miller - who was last seen last week. A phone number to call if the child was found was also advertised.
Meanwhile, Ryan walked ahead of me while I walked far behind to keep my distance. Ryan was listening to his heavy metal crap through his earphones attached to his iPhone.
We walked across the bridge towards Derry, coming across the main town hall, the public library, and the Derry Police Department.
Across the quiet streets of Derry, Ryan noticed that I wasn’t walkjng beside him, but walking far behind. He turned his head to see me walking in distance behind him.
“Stop slacking, Bella! We’re nearly there!” Ryan warned, ensuring that I didn’t try to escape from him after school or lose sight of me.
"I’m not a dog on your leash, Ryan!” I snapped back with my arms folded, looking at the river across the bridge behind us, refusing to look at Ryan.
“A dog has more wit, Bella. Besides, Anna said to keep an eye out for you in case you get lost like that kid on that missing poster.” Ryan snarled.
“I can handle myself! You’re not the boss of me! What are you gonna do? Watch me all day like a hawk?” I asked with a hint of sarcasm.
“If it means keeping you from running away from home again, then yeah!” Ryan snapped back, pointing his index finger down beside him, “Now get your arse over here!”
“Whatever.” I muttered angrily, stomping over dramatically to Ryan until I was close enough to where he can see me. We continued to silently walk across through Derry without speaking another word to each other.
20 minuter later, the GPS on Ryan’s iPhone read that we were near our new school - Derry High. It looked like an old fashioned school building, surrounded by thick woodland trees and fields next to the main road. The words Derry High School were emblazoned high above the entrance, with two American flags hanging nearby. The sight of patriotism on reinforced Ryan’s desire to go back to London and not be made to feel like a stranger. The front was surrounded by less than 50 students, less than the average amount of students from our school back in my beloved home of New York City.
But little did we know that the real reason behind less students in Derry High School had something to do with that creature that I’ve witnessed in my nightmare last night.
“Well, this is strange. This school has less kids than our schools back home.” I admitted to Ryan, observing the groups of jocks/football players, goths, punks, nerds, and even preps/cheerleaders.
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Post by LexingtonDeville1984 on May 29, 2018 10:47:58 GMT -6
"Looks like I’m the only metalhead here. And that suits me fine." Ryan declared, ignoring the various cliques and groups as he and Bella ventured inside, preparing for their first day. He paid no attention to the various female eyes that followed him everywhere - girlfriends were completely non-existent to him, since he found the idea of teenage love off-putting.
Bella stayed close as they walked down the corridors, not wanting to experience any contact with any boys yet. She watched as her big stepbrother was shoulder barged by an obnoxious jock, in a blue letterman jacket, which forced Ryan to stop and glare at him,
"Watch where you’re going, loser." The jock muttered, a cocky tone to his voice. This forced Ryan to grab him by the jacket and pull him close.
"Try that again. PLEASE." Ryan hissed, his voice as low and threatening as possible, shoving him away as the brief threat passed. Bella ushered him towards the registration office to enquire about which classes they would attend first. The secretary at the front desk told them their first lessons, which forced them to exchange exasperated glances.
"Maths class?!" Bella asked, aghast. "That is so unfair!"
"Thought you liked adding up numbers." Ryan joked.
"Shut up, Ryan. You get history class first while I get the most boring class in the world! How the hell do you think I feel?!" She whined, trying to get his attention.
"Why don’t you talk louder?" Ryan insulted, prompting to his goth stepsister to angrily grab him by the wrist and spin him around to face her. He didn’t appreciate this sudden and deliberately rude gesture.
"Let’s get one thing straight, Ryan. I don’t want to be here anymore than you do. So stop and listen to me for once in your..." Bella spoke, suddenly cut off by the first bell sounding loudly across the school.
"Saved by the bell. Thank f**king Christ for that." Ryan retorted, jerking his wrist away and heading to his first class. " Have a nice day, half-pint."
Bella huffed audibly, heading to math class. Deep down, she wanted to be away from here and be in the safety of her bedroom with a spellbook. But now, reality had taken over. And that reality meant she had to try and socialise with people who would rather kill her than accept her. ___________________________________________________________________________________
6 hours later.....
The final bell rang.
Ryan emerged from his last class - English studies. He had spent most of the day avoiding making friends with any students and keeping his distance from Bella, partly due to their mutual dislike of another. At lunch, they at least sat together, but still didn’t speak to one another. Bella was too busy fiddling around with her phone, while Ryan flicked a small piece of fruit into a cheerleader’s hair with a fork.
The British metalhead exited the building, grey messenger bag slung over his shoulder, ignoring a passing police car that was obviously looking for the missing Miller boy. He had to wait for Bella, given that she had a family therapy session to attend. First day and no detention. Which was a first for him.
"Guess i should wait." He shrugged, waiting at the edge of one of the front lawns, a yellow school bus passing him by. The sounds of a commotion forced him to turn around.
Jacob, A young Jewish boy, 3 years younger than Ryan, with curly brown hair and a skinny physique, had been shoved to the ground by a trio of jocks. They wore blue and white letterman jackets with oversized letters on the lapels - the initials were B, E, and C - and jeans. They all had movie star good looks and were a magnet to all the preppy and snotty cheerleaders, while, at the same time, revelling in making life miserable for the weak and those too scared to stand up for themselves.
Ryan walked over, just as another yellow school bus began to pull away, keeping pace.
"Nice frisbee, flamer." Ethan cackled, his slicked back brown hair and green eyes belying his status as the trio’s second in command.
"Give it back!" Jacob pleaded, watching as his small black yarmulke was thrown towards the open window of the passing school bus. A hand suddenly reached out with incredibly fast reflexes and grabbed out of mid-air.
That hand belonged to Ryan. The three jocks were livid at their bullying attempts being ruined as the metalhead walked over to Jacob and helped him back up to his feet.
"Here. I think you dropped this." Ryan smiled, handing him back the small brimless cap.
"Hey! Stay out of our business, new kid!" Bradley demanded. He was the clear leader of the trio. With messy light blonde hair, blue eyes, and an instantly punchable face, he was the type of person Ryan absolutely despised.
Ryan turned his head to briefly look over his shoulder, a cold and steely glare in his green eyes. "You say something?" The denim jacket wearing teen asked threateningly.
"No, I’m talking to a brick wall. Of course I said something! New fish or not, you’ve made a big mistake." Bradley sneered.
Ryan turned around, not breaking eye contact with the blonde jock or his lapdogs. Aside from Ethan, there was Cody. Hazel eyes, short brown hair, and, just like his leader, a narcissistic and entitled attitude that seemed to make every teenage girl in the school flock to them. All were at least a year older than Ryan, but that didn’t matter to the Englishman.
"So, you’re obviously the big d**k." Ryan joked, acknowledging Bradley as head honcho. He then gestured to Ethan and Cody with the words, "And that on either side of you are your balls. There are two type of balls. There are big, brave balls, and there are little mincey faggot balls."
"These are your last words, limey. So make them a prayer." Bradley warned, trying to sound threatening. Ryan wasn’t done yet.
"Now, d**ks have drive and clarity of vision, but they're not clever. They smell p***y, and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old British p***y, and have brought your two small mincey faggot balls along for a good old time." Ryan sneered, sensing their fear as he went in for the kill.
"B...Bradley. We should go, man." Cody panicked, fear in his eyes.
"But you've got your parties muddled up. There's no p***y here. Just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you're having second thoughts. You're shrinking. And your two little balls are shrinking with you." Ryan continued, his mind dead set on what he wanted to do next.
Bella emerged from the school entrance, immediately spotting her stepbrother in the confrontation. She stayed back, refusing to interfere.
"And the fact that you’re about piss your pants and run away like a girl, and the fact that I’m about to knock you out....."
Ryan landed a thunderous left cross that connected with Bradley’s jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground in a heap. His two jock friends froze, paralysed by what had just happened to their blonde leader.
".....Should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence." The charismatic Brit finished, a crowd of onlookers watching everything unfold. He moved in for the kill. "Now … f**k off."
An awestruck Jacob could only watch as Ryan began the long walk home. "Thank you! How did you....." He stammered.
"I learnt from the best, kid." Ryan winked, seemingly proud of his actions as the three jocks retreated for now. Bella shook her head, knowing that her stepbrother had danced around school rules and wouldn’t be getting detention.
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Post by Bella Raven - Crow Woman on May 31, 2018 3:52:37 GMT -6
3:00 PM
“Thank f***!” I sighed quietly to myself in relief, sitting at my school desk at the back of the class. I thought that the day was never going to end as the final bell rang echoing across the room. I spent the last hour in Math class, practicing algebra: - the study of mathematical symbols and the rules for manipulating these symbols; a unifying thread of almost all of mathematics. As such, it included everything from elementary equation solving to the study of abstractions such as groups, rings, and fields. It was the most difficult math that I’ve ever performed in my earlier years in school. It made my head spin and my brain hurt, with questions that I didn’t understand increasing an headache of frustration and confusion.
But after the last bell rang, 10 students in the classroom dashed off from their desks and rushed towards the exit like a stampede until I was the only one left in the empty classroom to finally leave peacefully. I placed my math homework along with my history, math, science, and psychology textbooks into my black bat wing messenger bag before I placed my iPhone back into my black skinny jean back pocket and walked out of the class.
Peacefully and quietly, I walked across the crowded hallway, trying to avoid eye contact with other strangers. Now my number one goal was to reach the exit of the school which was straight ahead of me in the distance. It was like trying to reach the finish line in a race.
I felt something wet splashing on the top of my head. Even though my head was covered by my hood of my black cardigan sweater and my hair was shielded by my beanie hat, that still didn’t change the fact that my sweater was covered in water. I turned around to discover the captain of the cheerleader squad, along with her two friends. They were all wearing matching blue and white cheerleader uniforms that read “Derry” across their chests. The captain had green eyes and long blonde hair curled down to her upper chest. She was the one holding an empty bottle of water that she used to pour water on me. Her two other preppy and snobby friends laughed with her. The second cheerleader had brown eyes and long brown hair tied in a pony tail, while the third cheerleader had blue eyes and tanned skin with her long black hair also tied in a pony tail. She looked like a wannabe Kim Kardashain.
“What the hell was that for?” I snapped at the cheerleader, who went by the name Chloe Madison.
“Just want to see if you do melt like a witch.” Chloe smirked.
“You don’t know me!” I snapped, brushing off the water off my sweater, “But then again, it takes a bitch to know a bitch!”
I turned to walk away from the 3 snobby Barbies.
Half of the school gasped at my brave comeback. Chloe could only stare at me for a brief moment with a look of disgust and anger, incensed that a new kid like me got away with an insult like that. The second cheerleader, Samantha, aggressively pushed me down from behind, until I was laying the floor. The third cheerleader, Tiffany, simply smirked at my predicament.
“Listen, bitch. I don’t know who you think you are, but I’m not about to let a freak show like you talk to me that way. I run this school, so you better learn to respect me. Because if you don’t, I’ll be forced to take out the trash!” Chloe warned, pointing at a nearby trash can across the hallway. “Get the picture?”
I refused to say another word, turned my head away from Chloe’s face. Tiffany slapped the back of my head and snarled at me. “Nod!”
I silently nodded my head, laying on the floor until the 3 cheerleaders walked past me, revelling in their small victory..
Unexpectedly, a familiar young man approached me with his hand extendes towards me, willing to help me back up to my feet again.
“Are you alright?” He asked. I took his hand and he helped me to my feet again.
“Jack?” I asked, realising who it was. Jack Payne from the Starbucks coffee shop last night “I’m fine.”
“Really? Sure didn’t look like it from where I was standing.” Jack pointed out, “They shouldn’t treat you like that.”
“It’s okay. I should have kept my mouth shut. But it always gets me into trouble.” I sighed deeply. Jack and I began to walk towards the exit across the hallway together.
“No, what you did back there was brave, Bella. We need people like you to stand up against people like Chloe and Bradley.” Jack admitted.
“Who’s Bradley?” I asked.
“He’s the captain of the Derry’s football team and Chloe’s boyfriend.” Jack informed me.
“Figures.” I shrugged, rolling my eyes.
“Don’t let them get to you. They like to pick on those who are less fortunate. And worst of all, the principal takes their side because their parents have the money to ensure that they have clean reputations and decent grades.” Jack sighed.
“Have they ever picked on you?” I asked Jack.
“Multiple times.” Jack confessed.
“Somebody should put A**holes like them in their place,” I snarled.
“I think someone just did. Look!” Jack pointed out. As we walked outside, we witnessed Ryan defending a young Jewish boy name Jacob from Bradley and his jock cohorts - Ethan and Cody.
“Ryan?” I gasped in shock, seeing Ryan land a thunderous left cross that connected with Bradley’s jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground in a heap. His two jock friends froze, paralysed by what had just happened to their leader.
“You know him?” Jack asked by my reaction.
“Unfortunately……My brother….Correction…..STEPbrother.” I muttered out of embressment, shaking my head at Ryan’s violent actions on our first day of school. Surprisingly, he didn’t get detention for it.
I rushed down the steps of the School entrance towards Ryan and stopped, my hands on my hips. “What the hell was that all about?” I asked.
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Post by LexingtonDeville1984 on May 31, 2018 8:06:44 GMT -6
"You’re welcome." Ryan muttered, ignoring Bella’s question as she followed him on the journey to Derry. Behind them, she heard the anguished cries from Chloe, who was shocked at the sight of a knocked out Bradley.
Bella turned and looked back, knowing that her stepbrother had just flattened the head cheerleader’s boyfriend with one punch. This small crumb of comfort was not enough to calm her and she turned back to the Brit, who didn’t have a care in the world as they left the school grounds.
"Let me guess. You knocked him out for the fun of it." Bella sighed, hoping to get an affirmative answer as she walked beside him, keeping pace.
"He was bullying some poor kid. What was I supposed to do?" Ryan enquired, acknowledging his stepsister with eye contact. The skies above them were overcast and cloudy.
"How about not knocking someone out for a change? Just be glad Mom wasn’t there to see it, or she’d ground you." Bella smirked, trying to sound brave as they approached the outskirts of Derry town centre.
"That kid was Jewish, Bella. He couldn’t fight back on his own." Ryan confessed, silencing the young goth with a steely green eyed stare. "And besides, it was outside of school hours. So I didn’t get detention."
Bella’s smirk soon faded after her stepbrother revealed that he wouldn’t be punished. "You’ve got to be kidding. Since when do you get to go around punching jocks and get away with it?" She asked.
"Since 5 minutes ago. And besides, you couldn’t fight your way out of a wet paper bag. Not even if you tried." Ryan taunted, just as they approached the Derry Psychological Service Center.
"Oh yeah? How about I try right now?" Bella retorted, trying to at least sound intimidating.
"You’re not the sort. Don’t you have your little...." Ryan chuckled, clearing his throat, ”....group therapy session to attend? Wouldn’t want Anna to break out the straitjacket to keep you from floating with clowns."
Bella growled angrily as her victorious stepbrother turned and walked away, heading home. He enjoyed the small little victories over his stepsister, no matter how insignificant they were. Soon, he was disappearing down the street and out of sight.
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Post by Bella Raven - Crow Woman on Jun 2, 2018 2:02:43 GMT -6
Chapter 3: The Girl Who Cried Clown
“You try walking down Neiboit Street and I’ll be waiting to say ‘I told you so’, smarta**!” I shouted back at Ryan, who had already walked across the road, heading back home and flipping me the middle finger. I had no choice but to walk in the opposite direction for my first so called family therapy session with Anna in her office at the Derry Psychological Service Center building, located between the main hall and the local library.
After Ryan supposedly dropped me off outside the entrance of the building like an abandoned puppy, I turned myself around to view the entrance of the building, sighing deeply in distress and placed my hand onto the handle of the glass double doors to push it open. It felt like I was entering a psychiatric hospital.
"I already hate this." I thought as I observed the walls of the waiting room was surrounded by paintings that looked like pictures that I would see in various hospitals. At least 5 patients, who had made their appointments to see my mother, were sitting on chairs, some reading out of date magazines while most kept themselves entertained with their smartphones.
Before I could rest myself onto a nearby chair, Anna opened her office door, holding a clipboard in her hand that showed names of her patients that she had scheduled to see today. She called out, “Isabella Thomas?”
I leapt to my feet before I even had a chance to relax after my stressful day of school. Growling quietly in frustration and carrying my bag on my shoulder, I silently followed Anna into her office as she closed the door behind us.
“Hi, mom.” I muttered quietly, knowing that it was safe to call Anna "mom" now that we’re inside her office for a private family session.
“Right on schedule, Bella. I just got a text from Ryan. He made sure that you got here safely before he made it safely back home.” Anna informed, revealing that Ryan left a text to reveal that he had safely made it back home.
“Lucky…..” I snarled under my breath, which didn’t surprise Anna one bit. She could tell I wasn’t totally psyched to be here at all.
“Bella…..You know that we’re doing this because I care for you. Which is why I want to understand you more so I can help you. Not as your psychologist, but more importantly, as your mother.” Anna said, pulling a book from her bookshelf that studied the minds of teenagers, sitting herself on an armchair.
“What’s there to know about me? Beside the fact that I’m MISERABLE!” I yelled.
“Lower your voice and watch your tone, Bella. This is why you’re here.” Anna ordered, placing her index finger to her lips and politely hushing for me to keep my voice down.
“Whatever. How long is this going to be anyway?” I asked, still standing beside the door of Anna’s office, already anxious to leave.
“As long as you make it. Now please sit and let’s begin.” Anna calmly said with a small hit of sarcasm. As long as I keep behaving this way, I will remain in this office until closing hours.
“This is crazy…..I don’t belong here, Mom. This place is like an asylum.” I muttered, lowering my bag down and sitting on the edge of a chaise longue beside Jer
“Relax yourself, Bella. There’s only you and me.” Anna informed me, reassuring that there was nobody around to watch or hear us. I relaxed onto the chaise longue until my body was straight, like I was resting on an awkward fashioned couch.
“You’re not gonna use your hypnosis mumbo-jumbo on me to get me to talk, are you?” I asked nervously, knowing that some psychologists would use hypnosis to go deep within a patient’s mind to help them with their personal problems while discovering their deepest and darkest secrets.
“Calm down, Bella. There are other methods to help you get though this progress.” Anna calmly informed me, promising not to use hypnosis on me because that’s only when its absolutely necessary.
“This is Dr. Annabelle Thomas on day 1 of my first private family session with my daughter, Isabella Thomas, age 14. She’s here with me to discuss a recent argument between her and her stepbrother, Ryan Swift.” Anna began, speaking into the tape recorder.
“Let’s start a little exercise to begin the session.” Anna said, her tape recorder beside her on the stool. It would record each session from her patient to keep track on their issues. Anna placed an new and unused tape into the tape recorder, pressing the play button to begin the recording.
“Tell me, Bella, how was your first day of school today?” Anna asked. An obvious question. I rolled my eyes.
“Hell. Can I go home now?” I asked rudely.
“Not yet, Bella. We still have many things to discuss. Now please relax and try to be more approachable if you wish to leave.” Anna calmly warned me, reminding me thatI’m not leaving anytime soon until we can sort this issue out.
“And I thought my new school was bad…..” I thought, realizing that this is going to be a long day…….
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