Post by LILLIAN AIMEE MOORE on Apr 9, 2010 13:52:31 GMT
* / these children learn from
cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women & cheap drinks
the sun had been setting for what seemed like endless amounts of time, casting it's burnt orange glow on the walls and causing shadows of everything in its path. looking out the window, the grounds of stanfield boarding school were illuminated, and in the distance lillian could see the top of the abandoned warehouse, the rest blocked by the arts performing block that stood in front. lily's gaze rested on the arts block, and wished vainly that she could be in one of the music rooms right now, writing some music and singing along to it. if she wasn't out partying or hanging out with her beloved friends, lillian would be found in the arts block. she loved that block, and the more time she spent there the more realistic her dream seemed. her dream was pretty much a simple one: she wished to have a band of her own, a band which would eventually become famous and well known around the world. however, lillian's childhood in care and her stay at stanfield had squashed her dream into nothing more than fantasy; something she'd never achieve. yet despite the tiny probability of ever succeeding with her goal, she'd continued on practicing singing and writing music, constantly improving the pieces she'd already wrote. lillian was determined to be the best, so she tried to forget about everything else except for focusing on escaping from stanfield. but if she didn't take her medication, then she wouldn't be allowed to leave. yet lily constantly refused to take her meds, and boy did it show. and ironically that was what today's meeting with the counsellor had been about.
lillian tended to bunk her therapy sessions and hide either in the arts block or her dormitory. unfortunately for her these weren't very original hiding places, so she was often found and dragged to her meeting within ten minutes of being absent. she was yet to learn to find a different hiding place. after all, it had to be somewhere where she could play music or drink. the three hours she'd spent in the therapy room had given her plenty of time to think, thus only coming up with one new hiding place. she almost chuckled out loud at her lack of muse, but thought better of it. any noise erupting from her mouth would result in one thousand and one questions from her counsellor, and god forbid should that man ever shut the fuck up. thankfully for him she was in a good phase of her bipolar, so she wasn't feeling violent and aggressive to anyone who spoke more than three words to her. this therapy session had been one of the most draining she'd ever experienced. the main problem had been her constant skipping of sessions and her refusal to take any form of medication, whether it was her prescribed meds or simply pain relief for a stomach ache. the questions that had been aimed at her were pointless and a complete waste of time. lillian hadn't hesitated before telling her counsellor that, and she'd only been asked another twenty questions in various forms about "why she felt that way". there was only so much she could take before cracking, and the counsellors knew this very well. that was how they managed to get so many students talking about their problems: asking thousands of questions, or as many as they needed before getting their answers.
she had been slumped in the same wooden chair for three hours (another way of getting students to talk) and her back ached like hell. her ankles were crossed, pulling her black skinnies tight against the lower part of her legs. as usual she wore her normal attire: a band tee, and a warm, comfortable hoody. her hands were tucked deep into her hoodie pockets, clutching onto her cell phone that kept vibrating every now and again. unfortunately she couldn't answer her texts as the counsellor would take her phone. last time she text during a session he'd threatened to confiscate her phone for a week. she'd scoffed at the time but was well aware he wasn't bluffing. counsellors were bastards. lillian had spent the last thirty minutes sitting in silence, ignoring the counsellors questions and staring past his head out the window. his questions had become repetitive, and lily had chosen to block him out and wait for her dismissal. thankfully, salvation came early with the noise of a fight breaking out in the corridor outside the therapy room. the counsellor had rushed out, only to pop his head back in the door and say "stay put, i'll be back as soon as i can," before scampering away. she sighed, the first sound she'd made in hours, and stretched her legs. they clicked and she winced slightly at the sound. the counsellor must have known she wouldn't stay put, after all what teenager listened to rules in this hell hole? stretching her arms she stood up, reaching to grab her ipod off the desk. it had been confiscated from her the minute she'd been forced through the door.----------------------------------------------------------------
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