i'm a walking travesty - faith

[kyle m. james]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Kyle was sitting in his room not doing anything. He didn’t want to go anywhere or do anything. He just wanted to see Erik again and spend time with him again. He didn’t go and visit the cafeteria to eat at all today, because yesterday the orderlies made him eat twice. He wasn’t going to get fat because then it would upset Erik and he’d get punished for not listening. He heard a knock on his door and he bit his lip before opening the door and seeing the orderly that was mainly in charge of him. He smiled before shaking his head. He knew that they wanted him to go somewhere, but he didn’t want to go there. The orderly smiled at him before sighing. “Kyle they want to see you somewhere, will you follow me so I can bring you to them?” he asked him before Kyle scrunched up his nose. He didn’t want to go anywhere, and he knew that they wouldn’t stop pestering him until he did go. He stood up and walked towards the door before watching the orderly walk out before him. He followed until he got to a room that said “Therapy”. He shook his head and backed up before seeing the orderly sigh. “I don’t want to go here. I don’t need to go here. I’ll just go back to my room now.” he said before he felt someone holding onto his shoulder keeping him from leaving. “Please just let me go” he said quietly. The orderly shook his head and led him into the room before moving him in front of a chair. Kyle sat down and looked around the room before noticing a girl sitting at a desk. “Why am I here?” he asked before bringing his knees up to his chest.

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[Faith A. Summers]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] I can taste potential like a cloud of smoke in the air Faith was reading over the patient file, again, for the third time in the past twenty minutes. For some reason, she couldn't get past the fact that this guy actually missed his kidnapper. There were a lot of syndromes here that confused her, but this was definitely one at the top of the list. Though, in a fashion typical of herself, she shrugged it off. To each their own, even if the patients couldn't help what 'their own' really was.. it's not like they chose to be the way they were. Looking up as she heard the door to the office open, she smiled warmly, all concerning thoughts before vanishing. "Hi there!" She greeted both of the men happily. If there was one thing Faith was, it was a people person. She loved meeting and talking to new people, which showed through the way she watched the orderly closely. She wouldn't tolerate unnecessary roughness from them directed towards the patients. Just earlier that week she had a stern conversation with a male orderly who was shoving around the patient he was assigned to. Needless to say, he's a lot gentler with the patient now. She watched the patient- the folder said his name was Kyle- with interest now that it was just them two. Faith cocked her head slightly at his question, actually trying to think of a serious answer for it. "Well," She said, her calm voice splitting the silence of the room. "Let me start by telling you who I am. Then I'll answer your questions, and hopefully you'll feel comfortable enough answering mine." Her light blue eyes took in the young man that was sitting across her desk. He certainly had a unique style going on, she noted. Her attention was instantly drawn to his pants, and only broadened her almost permanent smile. "My name is Dr. Faith Summers, feel free to call me whatever you'd like, though." She extended her hand, offering to shake his, and wondering if he'd take it or not. If not, she wouldn't feel too rejected. This was a test of sorts, to see what he would and wouldn't do. "And you are?" words: 549 - tags: kyle - outfit: click