Sara :33
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This scared Vincent. How could he talk so happily about stuff that was killing him inside? Vincent didn't dare say a word, though. He didn't want to disturb the other male. The therapist nodded, typing it all down. "So, Vincent. You are paranoid because you had issues trusting as a child?" The therapist asked.
"No." Vincent stated, shaking his head. "I'm paranoid because I trusted so much as a child." The thing that scared the therapist the most was how rational Vincent was being. Most paranoid, anxious patients were delusional and didn't make any sense. They were completely irrational. No, Vincent was completely rational. He had learned from his mistake, and didn't trust anyone. "So, what do you want the most out of your life?" To Vincent, this was an easy question. He smiled a little, "I want to feel love. I want to be accepted." -
Austin almost smiled at the endearing statement spoken by Vincent. It was heartwarming in a way. He had never really felt that way over little things and it was catching him off-guard. Acceptance was always a problem for many people, they needed to fit in somewhere, make someone happy, have people love them. It was most likely comforting to that specific person. He took to re-saying what he had announced in his head. He felt stupid, like what he had said had no representation on who he was. A puff of air escaped his lips. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to answer the question, and so he waited.
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The therapist looked to Austin, "Answer it if you will." She stated, sitting back. Meanwhile, Vincent was smiling brightly. Getting some of these things off his chest had really helped to relax him. He hadn't felt so calm in years. Maybe therapy could help him. Regardless, he didn't want to take any of those stupid pills. They, like everything else in the world, scared him. He had never been a big fan of medication, he preferred natural cures. And, in the times when Vincent wasn't anxious, he enjoyed learning about animals and nature. He found it fascinating.
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He had to contemplate his answer for a while, rubbing his eyes and then his hands together. "What I want most out of my life is to be normal again and live life how it's supposed to be lived. I want to travel, I want to go have an adventure with someone. I want to live." That was all he could ever ask for and he was just waiting for the day to come that he would be okay. The corners of his lip curled up as he planned out his type of adventures. Maybe he could go climbing in the Himalayas or jetskiing in the Bahamas, hang gliding in Oregon or looking down from the top of the Eiffel Tower. They all seemed crazy and fantastic to try. His only problem would be finding someone to do all of that with. He was sure plenty of people would like him until they found out about his mental illness. Most would never care to handle someone such as himself. This made him cast a stare in another direction.
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"Well, that would be fantastic to try." The therapist stated, warmly.
"Y-yeah, that would be fun." The quiet teen agreed, also smiling. "Any more questions, miss?" He asked the therapist.
"Yes, one last question before our time is up. How did you like this group meeting?" She questioned. Vincent was taken aback by that question. He was unsure how to answer. Was there a right answer, a wrong one? Which would make her happier? He bit his lip, looking over to Austin, hoping he had an answer than Vincent could merely agree with. -
"I enjoyed it," Austin said simply, looking to Vincent with a sly smile. It was now that he was feeling better, mainly because he could leave the group therapy. He planned on trying to become the other male's friend, however. He seemed tolerable amd did not appear to be capable of any harm. Austin would try his best to catch him when they were dismissed so that he could get to know him better. He cracked his knuckles anxiously. He wanted to go straight to the cute cafe that that connected to the cafeteria itself. He needed his fix of hot chocolate, and maybe inviting Vincent was a possibility.
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Vincent merely nodded, and said, "Y-yeah. It's okay." He shrugged. The lady said they could leave, so he stood. He turned himself away from her, but her voice chirped one more sentence. Vincent cringed as she stated, "Remember to take your meds, Vincent." He gave a stout nod, and walked out of the door. He pushed his hands into his pockets. He was now jittery and full of energy, wanting to do something. He didn't want to go back to his cell. Vincent was so alone in there, and he sometimes enjoyed being social. This was one of those rare times that he didn't enjoy being isolated in a silent, padded cell.
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Austin hurried into the hallway in order to catch Vincent before he went. "Hey!" he exclaimed hurriedly. "Do you like tea or hot cocoa? If you do, do you wanna grab a cup with me?" he questioned, staring hopefully at the boy. He didn't realize how frail he seemed in a normal, standing position. He silently hoped that he would accept the offer. He would absolutely love sitting down and making a friend, having a conversation like a regular teenager. The male scratched at his shoulder, his eyebrows rising in anticipation of an answer. He shouldn't have done this, especially when he was very aware that he could say no, which he most likely would. He cleared his throat.
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Sorry computer had to restart
"Yeah, sure." Vincent answered, with a small shrug. "I don't want to go back to my cell anyways." He flipped his dark hair away from his face, looking up to the taller male. He was always shivering gently, but right now he could really feel himself shaking. He managed a weak smile. 'Some anxieties are good anxieties,' He thought to himself quietly. 'I'm feeling excitement and happiness. This is a good anxiety.' Vincent had an issue containing his excitement, making him very jumpy and jittery, as he was right now. He was very bad at controlling such anxieties, and it really showed. "Pardon my shaking," He stated, "I'm just feeling nervous. A good nervous, though." -
Totally fine x3
Austin gave one of his sincere smiles, one of the kind where the corners of his eyes would crinkle. These were genuine and always indicated that he was alright for the moment. "Great! I don't mind you shaking, by the way. I'm glad you're happy rather than upset. That's always good." He blinked before stating, "Why don't we head towards the cafe, hm?" The taller character was patient and observed the other as he shook, unable to contain his emotions. It was somewhat cute, in his opinion. That was something that he wouldn't say outloud, he didn't want to scare anybody off by coming off as strange. That would probably do nothing but frighten the boy, who probably didn't share the same preference as Austin. -
So I danced around the house eating yogurt and listening to mcr #hardcoreemo
Vincent nodded, "O-kay." He answered, "Erm, which way is that?" He let out a small chuckle. He didn't know his way around the place overly well, as he rarely left his cell. He was shocked the doctors hadn't forced him to eat his pills yet. Vincent had always fought them when they tried to give him his medication. And apparently he did well, as he had never taken his medication during his stay in the hospital. The jittery boy looked either way, trying to figure out which way the caf was. He was stressing out about it a little, in all honesty. -
WAIT what kind of yogurt
"All you have to do is follow me," he told him as he started in the direction of the cafe. It wasn't far from where they were. One good thing about Austin was his memory, he could always tell where something was and how to get there. It helped him out in sticky situations, espeically when he was in school. He was more excites than he should have been that he was finally going to hang out like any teenage boy would do. It was easy to take a liking to Vincent. He seemed down to earth and fairly innocent, in his opinion. He grinned yet again. -
mango yogurt isn't that what all emos eat
"Okay, that's easy enough." Vincent squeaked, meekly. In some ways, Vincent was like a young child. His shy innocence was very apparent, as growing up never really happened for the abused boy. He still had a few scars from his previous foster parents, and they would never wear away. Some were emotional scars, once that were implanted in his brain forever. He was scared of everyone, and everything now that the foster care system got a hold of him. Being sexually and physically abused by both genders had surely taken it's toll on Vincent. -
holy s--- you emo motherf---er
He made his way through different turns and curves in in the hallway, eventually stopping in front of two glass pull-doors. Once he stopped, he turned to make sure Vincent could catch up. He stretched, allowing for his muscles to relax for a moment. Sometimes, this was all he needed to remain okay for a few hours as it helped him take out some tension. The hot, homestyle drinks aided him in releasing the stress he felt over his condition. Once he was in his room, he would often depress himself to the point of no return. The only thing he really looked forward to in that isolation was his evening pills. -
I might go make mac and cheese too because im that emo
Vincent caught up with Austin, flashing him a bright smile. His teeth were less than perfect, as he was never with one family long enough to receive dental care. He pulled open one door, which was heavier than he expected. "It's heavy." He squeaked, holding it open for the taller male. Vincent looked into the room, blinking a few times. He had only been into the caf once or twice and couldn't really remember it too well. He was always too busy worrying to take in details and remember them.
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