Post by roman a. pierce on Aug 19, 2012 6:08:05 GMT -5
don't know what you need ,
Roman needed to do something. He was on edge today. He was fidgety, and couldn’t sit still, for more than a second. He sat on the edge of his seat all through therapy, his leg bouncing and constantly shifting in the uncomfortable metal chair. It was one of those foldable one’s that people always had laying about, one’s that were always really cold and made your butt hurt if you sat in them too long. When therapy was over he hopped up immediately and practically sprinted back to his room. He needed to go for a run or something, or just do something, or else he’d probably go insane. He got changed into a pair of black basketball shorts and a long sleeved dark gray shirt with his favorite football team on it, with his running shoes. He grabbed his iPod and walked out of the room. Maybe he’d go run around the gym or something. He doubted they had any workout equipment, like a treadmill or an elliptical. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging on it slightly before letting it fall back into place. He chose a song on his iPod, putting the ear buds into his ear. He could think and listen to music while he walked down to the gym.
Roman had learned a lot since he got here. He learned why he was here for one, why he was what he was, how to officially overcome the death of his brother. He was making a lot of progress, according to his therapist, but he didn’t feel that way. He still lied, a lot, but his therapist said that was ‘natural’ or something like that. It didn’t feel natural to lie about everything. It felt good, of course, but only at first. The guilt came later. He wasn’t sure when it would come, but it always did. It usually always came when he was sleeping, so he would have horrible nightmares about his lying slowly suffocating him, or something along those lines. He should probably tell the therapist about his nightmares. Next therapy session he would. The one he had today, he could barely focus in. He said maybe two words before the session was over, and then he was out of his seat and out the door. He was too restless today.
He walked to the gym, pushing open the big doors and stepping in. There really wasn’t much here. He sighed, and ran his hand through his hair again. He could risk looking like an idiot and run in circles around the gym? It would help burn off some energy, and it was better than nothing. He knelt down to tighten his shoelaces, stretching out his legs and his arms quickly before taking off at a quick pace.
Roman had learned a lot since he got here. He learned why he was here for one, why he was what he was, how to officially overcome the death of his brother. He was making a lot of progress, according to his therapist, but he didn’t feel that way. He still lied, a lot, but his therapist said that was ‘natural’ or something like that. It didn’t feel natural to lie about everything. It felt good, of course, but only at first. The guilt came later. He wasn’t sure when it would come, but it always did. It usually always came when he was sleeping, so he would have horrible nightmares about his lying slowly suffocating him, or something along those lines. He should probably tell the therapist about his nightmares. Next therapy session he would. The one he had today, he could barely focus in. He said maybe two words before the session was over, and then he was out of his seat and out the door. He was too restless today.
He walked to the gym, pushing open the big doors and stepping in. There really wasn’t much here. He sighed, and ran his hand through his hair again. He could risk looking like an idiot and run in circles around the gym? It would help burn off some energy, and it was better than nothing. He knelt down to tighten his shoelaces, stretching out his legs and his arms quickly before taking off at a quick pace.
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