Let It Be
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Thread Topic: Let It Be
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Eh. I'm just needing angst right now. I really don't care if it's overdone at this point.
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That's understandable.
And Let it Be is a kickass song. -
It really is. It's how I've gotten through some of my hardest times, actually.
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Name: Trenton White
Age: 24
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Other: Therapist. Always believed in helping other people, such as suicidal depressed teens and young adults. Kind-hearted, never saddened. Loves himself the way he is. -
Let's start straight in the hospital, yeah?
Preston's eyelids opened just a bit, allowing painfully bright lights in through tiny slits. He grimaced, feeling the tight bandages wrapped around his wrists; they were practically cutting off his circulation, but the hospital had to stop the bleeding. He could feel the one large, deep gash stinging. The nurses must have use antiseptics on it. He grimaced, knowing that he was alive. He didn't want to be here; he didn't want to be anywhere but in the f---ing ground. -
Trenton hung out in his office, smiling as he fiddled with a pencil boringly. Hanna, a nurse from the hospital part of the building, came in. "Dr. White, someone here by the name of Preston Smythe will be attending your therapy sessions." The blue eyed man nodded. "Thank you, Hanna." The female nurse giggled as she exited the room, going back to the hospital unit.
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Preston tried his hardest to ignore the IV, supplying the cool life sustaining liquid to his bloodstream... but to no avail. He shut his eyes only to open them once more upon the entrance of another person. Who the hell would visit him? His parents had practically disowned him and beaten him to a pulp after he had come out of the closet when he was twelve.... God, he f---ing hated hospitals. All he could think about was his father's ominous deep brown eyes tearing into his own as the blood seeped out of him... The snarled 'I hate you's and 'you're nothing but a mistake, you faggot' followed by traumatizing beatings flooded his mind, causing his breathing to hitch. Preston's eyes flickered around the room, wide and frantic.
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Trenton decided to go meet the boy. He turned off his office lights , closed his door and locked it. He walked through the white and blue walls, a smile filling his face. He soon entered the hospital unit, the navy carpet turning into solid tile. He walked around, finding his destination. He turned the knob, and stepped into the haunting room.
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He located the person, his eyes still widened with panic.
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"Hello Preston? I'm Dr. White, and I'll be givin you therapy while you stay here." Trenton said, smiling. "You may call me Trenton if you'd like."
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Preston just blinked in response, taking in the man before him. He was tall, lean, muscular... He had raven hair and stunning blue eyes. Those eyes... They were mesmerizing. The twenty year old met his therapist's gaze with blank, sorrowful eyes.
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Trenton examined the boy, and he mentally gasped. The boy was beautiful, his eyes were stunning. The raven haired man stared into Preston's eyes for a few seconds, trying to find some happiness in the young man.
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He sensed the other man searching within him, trying to find something within his eyes. Preston quickly looked away, averting his gaze to his wrists.
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Trenton blushed as the boy looked away. What the hell? Why am I feeling like this?
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He cleared his throat, speaking for the first time in approximately twenty four hours. "Do you know who found me?" Preston's voice was a weak whisper, yet it still conveyed beauty and grace that was masked underneath the emotional distress.
These arent just pancakes... These are freaking Delia Smith pancakes, Dan and Phol style. ;D
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