THIS PARANOIA IS DISTRESSING, (OLIVER)

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her eyes closed, hands knotted into her hair and a fairly content expression across her lips. she wasn’t medicated, neither was she was drunk yet she was buzzing. hungover would be the word, she was suffering from an intense one that was turning her stomach and threatening to throw it’s contents back up. port had never agreed with her and she probably should have more sense to life from an old doctor with bad taste but it had the desired regret. it was just a shame getting drunk had to be so much effort, she was forced to drink alone because she had yet to learn who was to be trusted and who was to avoided. the night’s activates though being a blur were enough to land her in detention and graze her knuckles. extracting the injured hand from her hair she peered at it through half lidded eyes trying to recall how it was made, a wall maybe or an incredibly hard face. either way it was pretty encouraging, she was back to her good old ways after a small period of sobriety. sobriety didn’t suit her, she even found herself taking more pride in other’s pain, because she had felt like shit she was willing everyone else to have a terrible time as well. her head was swimming in the warmth of her stomach flipping, she could still taste the sickeningly sweet drink in the back of her throat, burning, aching for attention and to be honest the cherished this, wanted to grip onto the effects with both hands. she needed more though and she needed to find a better source.

just as her mind began to wander she heard the door to her open with a light click and an amplified creek. the creek made her wince, her fragile head still feeling little groggy, she wasn’t sure if that was another symptom of her drinking or maybe a sedative they had finally decided to calm her with before putting her to bed. lifting her head, her gaze met with a member of staff, she was a familiar face and one that katya was quite used to but didn’t pay much attention to. she was nice enough and all, even brought kat her pills most days but something caused the young girl to smirk. against the tanned features of this aging woman was an arrogantly dark black eye and scratches lined her neck. wearily she handed her the small pot of pills and informed her that she had a therapy session. sitting up, blue eyes were firmly stuck, assessing this figure she had managed to skilfully harm in her drunken state. she wasn’t leaving, it didn’t take long for katya to catch on, she needed an escort for therapy? well this was new though to be fair she hadn’t shown up to any of her sessions so far. she apparently had a skill for missing appointments and playing ignorant. slipping from her bed she moved to her wardrobe, not considering the other woman before she stripped off and proceeded to throw on an outfit she was in the process of picking out. a loose fitting black tee with an old ac/dc logo with a pair of dark skinny jeans, the jeans though were beyond recognition. slashed and cut to hell there was little material left and whilst strictly speaking they were jeans, clothing that this place seemed to require, they still didn’t cover all that much.

not bothering to find shoes she turned back to the awaiting and red faced nurse, offering a sly grin she pushed fingers through dishevelled hair and nodded her head in the direction of the door indication she was ready. following like a good little puppy she felt she almost owed it to this woman, fair play to her, after a lashing from katya she still felt the need to carry out her duties and she didn’t even make an attempt to kick her. she knew she would have gotten some good old revenge on anyone who managed to harm her. in fact speaking of that, her ribs were aching slightly though that was a common side effect of drinking, random aches that would go away within a day or so. her fingers idly played with the odd bit of material that acted as her pants, pulling threads to wear them down that little bit more. you had to know you were a mess to get away with the look and with a confidant swagger, without confidence you would look like…well quite simply a mess but a mousy little mess. katya had turned it into her own little style, despite always having money to blow she had always looked like this. even the odd piece of designer clothing she paid a fortune for would look pretty shabby after a while, the pitiful excuse for jeans she had on at the moment were at some point pretty decent and bloody expensive.

‘dr lytell won’t be a minute, wait for him in there.’ shit, well this wasn’t the therapist she was seeking, the one dave had said owned an ample supply of alcohol. it wasn't even the name of the therpist she had skipped out on seeing several times before, maybe they had decided her lack of enthusiam deserved a change of dr or maybe he was sick, fuck knows. oh well, maybe this shrink was a drunkard himself. entering the room, the door closed behind her almost silently and without skipping a beat she almost fell into a chair, sitting across it with her legs swung over an arm and her back arched over the other. closing her eyes she stretched out for a moment before relaxing into the back of the chair a little bit more. tempted to root around the room she controlled such an impulse, now that just wouldn’t make a good first impression would it? instead she sat comfortably, patiently.

(it's a pants start but i should get better lol...should.)

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[/b]” he rambled as he helped the girl to her feet, picking the chair up and setting it right. he sat down on his seat behind the desk, facing the girl, who couldn’t have been older than seventeen. she was pretty; very pretty, but in an unconventional way. she didn’t seem to be all that bothered by the disturbance, however, practically exuding a lazy confident air. and the good thing was, she looked about as dishevelled as he did. he knew from her file that she had problems with alcohol. severe problems. and stealing things. but he couldn’t judge, everyone had problems. he flashed a small smile at her before raking a hand through his hair and glancing at his clipboard. “…miss katya rogers, is it? i’m so sorry about being late. and, well, almost killing you, he said, letting out a nervous laugh.

so, lets get right into it, shall we? I’m dr lytell, but you can call me oliver if you want. dr lytell makes me sound really old, i think. i’m going to be your new therapist from now on, if, uh, that’s okay with you?” he flicked through his notes, not really waiting for an answer. its not as if either of them had much choice, so there was really no point in the question whatsoever. ”so, miss rogers, why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself. why you’re here, what you like to do in your free time, all the usual stuff. I mean, I’ve got most of it written down here, but it might break the ice a little. and its always better to hear it from the person themselves than a sheet of paper, don’t you think?”

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sitting for what felt much longer than the few minutes but actually was, her lids gave way and she closed her eyes, curling into the chair quite happily. there wasn’t even enough time to react to the entrance of someone before she found herself slightly dazed and more importantly on the ground. gathering her bearings she peered up at the intruder who had crashed right into her chair and oven managed to smile lightly, well hp certainly didn’t look like a therapist and his attire below his overcoat she would have pinned him for a patient. accepting the offer regardless she pulled herself back up and finally settled back into the chair without removing her gaze from the other individual from the room. she remained silent for a moment listening to the male talk, he had to be kidding her, there was no way in hell this practically prepubescent guy was going teach her life lessons or whatever the fuck they were meant to be doing. sure, she was hardly older and wiser than he bug she liked to think she held some wisdom and her life experiences were quite something for a sixteen year old. many underestimated her yet as soon as they caught sight of her, she clearly wasn’t half as naive as she would have maybe been perceived before meeting. surely he hadn’t gone through all the university exams and whatever other experience you needed to become v therapist. maybe he was just taking the piss. Fuck it, he was rather on the pretty side so she would play along. she didn’t quite reply to his question, instead a single corner of her mouth was turned up into a sly smirk.

“i like your jammies.” she was teasing him for sure but it was sometimes a difficult task to tell between times when katya was being genuine and taking the piss. his pyjamas were pretty decent, she hiked plaid but that of course wasn’t the point of commenting on them. the fact that he expected her to take him as a serious therapist whilst wearing what he had worn to bed was a joke for starters. at least he was a pretty face to look at, even if he wasted her time with these basic, stuttered questions. leaning back in her chair she pushed it backwards to balance of the two rear legs, her feet thrown on the table to stop her from falling backwards she rocked a little. katya had a skill of being unable to keep still, her mind always had to focused on something and for now playing around with the chair was doing it just fine as what she was meant to believe was a doctor rambled on about something. despite her eyes still on his, her mind was elsewhere, pondering over his nervous disposition. she had never met anyone, non a therapist at least, who seemed to lock definite confidence. surely he wasn’t threatened by her, it took a pretty unstable person to be threatened by a sober kat. a drunk one, maybe so, she became a lot more volatile after drinking but for now she was almost harmless. wiggling her toes, each one individually at a time, she smiled lightly though she was peering at her feet. “i dunno, i’m into pretty normal stuff, parties, people, nothing greatly interesting.” she thought herself rather normal seeing as she did most things kids a few years older than her did, she just did it all with more enthusiasm; enthusiasm that wasn’t healthy for her but she wasn’t required to stretch out her reply. she was open enough to chat to these people, especially the ones she didn’t mind looking at but she wasn’t going to make their lives easy. as a rule she didn’t get on too well in therapy, she didn’t express and she most certainly didn’t share, not anything that mattered at least.

katya always tried to turn any sort of formal interview into a conversation, she attempted to make friends with absolutely everyone and it was hard to make friends with someone when it was a one way conversation. “maybe i go the extra mile with it all but..” ah, now this topic she didn’t mind him all too much. Anyone she took a dislike in would get nothing more than the essentials. “what d’you like to do?” see, it was no good her just ranting at the poor guy, katya often required replies, information from them before she would even consider allowing someone further into her head. there wasn’t much she kept from people however there was a slightly mucky area she didn’t go to. the relationship with her parents for example she was perfectly open about but topics like her brother were kept very much under wraps. things that were able to fuck with even her head were kept away from her thoughts; she had a knack for it and could even fool herself at times. how someone expected to get through such depict was beyond her but she at least appeared genuinely happy; she even though herself to be genuinely happy. besides being stuck in this shit hole there was little else bothering her and even that wouldn’t bother her is drugs, drink and sex weren’t so hard to come by. truthfully though, kat had yet to even begin to consider drugs or sex which was rather extraordinary for someone who took as much joy in certain activities. without alcohol though it just wasn’t worth it, it had actually been depressing before she was able to get hold of some booze but that wasn’t enough for her. one night in amongst many just wasn’t going to satisfy her needs.

dropping her feet from the desk she instead pulled her knees to her chest giving her head something to rest on. for a short moment she glanced around the room expecting something to catch her eyes however the room was generally on the bland side. “do you drink much?” her almost drunken british accent was slurred yet almost seductive with it’s confidant purr. most found confidence when drinking and katya seemed to be constantly under the effect of drink induced confidence. she was curious and unlike others who may have her issues, she rather liked talking about the substances that caused hers. it wasn’t so much an issue as a hobby. rather similar in one means to her kleptomania, she wouldn’t dare say the word but she would admit to her like for collecting stuff; worthless stuff that mostly meant little to the people who owned it yet she had quite a soft spot for it. despite being here just d few weeks she was already developing a small collection, one of her favourites was a small, silver locket she gad taken from someone’s neck without them noticing. she hadn’t opened the pendant’s latch yet, it seemed worth more to her closed and it’s mystery fascinated her. she liked having something so private to someone else yet not knowing what it was, maybe it was even worthless tat but she still liked it. the locked that now thumbed at her neck and stared at whilst waiting for oliver to reply.
(but ramblings so fun! lol)

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[/b] he muttered. technically, that was a lie. patients usually hated going to therapy sessions. oliver knew that when he was here, he hated having someone sit him down and try to pick his brain for information, which was why he didn’t like to start firing questions at his patients straight away, he’d prefer to get to know them first, make them feel comfortable, as if they were just having a conversation instead being interrogated by someone who didn’t give a shit about you or your mental health. "anyway, at least i'm not wearing something that looks like i pulled it out of the rubbish bin," he said under his breath, eyeing the tattered state of her own clothes. yeah, they did look like they'd been pulled out of a skip, but they also looked very good on her, which was something that not many people were able to pull off. looking like they just woke up and still able to strut around as if they were dressed to meet the queen without a care in the world. despite the slightly bitter edge to his words, his tone was light and he wasn't trying to be particularly mean. truthfully, oliver wasn't really smart enough to ever think of anything insulting or snarky to say to anyone, he usually just ended up making a fool of himself.

”but I don’t think we’re here to waste time talking about our fashion choices, are we? I mean, I want this to be over with as quickly as possible, and I’m sure you do too.” his voice gained confidence slowly as he spoke. it was the truth, there were other things he’d prefer to be doing right now, instead of talking to some punk kid about her attitude - even if she was pretty damn gorgeous, it still wasn’t his preferred way to spend an afternoon. like anyone, if he had the choice, he would rather spend all his time looking up funny shit on the internet, instead of working. and as much as he wanted to help these kids, he knew it wasn’t possible, cause, well, he was really quite shit at his job. oliver observed her actions, her inability to sit still for even a minute, needing to fidget every few seconds. he noted his observations down on his clipboards, which had been written out for him by one of the doctors, all ready for him to fill in. they knew how unreliable he was, and if they didn’t do it for him, it wouldn’t get done. ”it seemed to be interesting enough to you and your family to get you stuck in here. you never thought you to tone it down a little? partying’s okay, but doesn’t it get a bit boring after a while?” he wasn’t trying to be patronising. he honestly couldn’t see the appeal in going out, getting wasted, doing stupid stuff and waking up the next day with the worst hangover in the world. it just didn’t seem worth it. then again, oliver had never gone to any parties, and he never drank, so there was no way of knowing. he had read leaflets though. lots and lots of leaflets. that provided enough information, right?

he didn’t like how this girl seemed to be proud of her habits. he didn’t like the fact that she didn’t care what other people thought of it. sure, that was a good quality, in some situations, but with things like this, although it may have seemed pretty cliché, you did have to realise it was a problem before you could get better. and friends and family were just the right people to make you see sense. and if she didn’t care what they thought.. well.. she was fucked. truly fucked. sometimes, there was such a thing as too much confidence. he let out a small chuckle of amusement at her statement, writing what she said down on the paper. ”…go the extra mile? you’re in a nuthouse, miss rogers. i think you’ve pretty much gone off the road by now.” he noticed her playing with the locket around her neck, and narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering if it was hers, or something she had taken off another patient. probably the latter, he thought to himself, and he tried to recall anything of value he had lying about in this room, and maybe it would be a good idea to get a lock in here. katya wasn’t the only klepto, there were a few other kids, too. and some who didn’t even have the disorder, they just liked to annoy him. he hadn’t had anything stolen yet, but you always had to be careful in a place like this. one of the doctors had his underwear stolen the other day. and his trousers. that was embarrassing, for everyone. so oliver wasn’t going to take any chances. that’s a nice locket.. anyone special in it?” he asked, keeping his tone light, so she wouldn’t think he was trying to make her out to be a thief, even if she had stolen it.

”me? i don’t know, really. i only ever work, i suppose.” this was the truth; oliver was probably the least interesting person you could ever meet. he wasn’t good at anything, he didn’t have a social life, he was pretty much a fail of a person. ”and no, i don’t drink, I think it tastes awful” and has tons of calories in it, he thought to himself. yeah, he was cured, but there were still times when he would slip back into that mindset, and there were so many things he still refused to eat or drink. alcohol was one of them. it was full of calories and sugar. drugs were another. they made him hungry. plus the fact they were bad for him, and probably wouldn’t have touched them anyway. oliver pulled his knees up to his chest, mirroring her position, for no real reason. he hadn’t been taught it as a technique for therapy, he just thought she might trust him a little more if he didn’t act like an idiot or an arrogant prick. ”katya. can I call you kat? I’m going to call you kat. okay. so, I’m going to make you a deal.” he had been thinking this up in the past few minutes when they had sat in silence. it seemed like a pretty good bargain. she would get what she wanted easily, and he could get some credentials for once. if I promise to get you alcohol, will you tell me stuff about your drinking habits?” he paused, thinking it might have sounded a bit unprofessional of him, but continued anyway. ”I mean, I wouldn’t tell anyone, and you could make it up for all i care, but if they knew that i was able to get through to at least one patient, i might be able to gain some respect around here, you know?” he wasn’t desperate, or begging; there would always be another kid who’d be easy enough to buy off. but he thought that this was a pretty sweet deal, and he sat leaned back in his chair, wondering how she would react.[/ul][/font][/size][/colour][/center]

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this guy certainly didn’t seem like the sort she could piss about with, he was far too serious. much to the point where she had the urge to lean over the table and force his miserable expression into a smile. she only just caught his comment which had certainly overcome his initial reply, it caused her to smile, almost laugh in fact but she managed to just about control herself. countless people didn’t like the way she dressed and the way she looked yet never had she heard such an unprofessional comment from a shrink. she had been put through a few who would question her and refer to her colourful array of outfits as inappropriate. “now, now. play nice.” if he wished to behave in an unprofessional way then she would simple one up him and play the civil civilian. she may have been damaged enough to land herself in an asylum but she wasn’t lacking in wit and she wasn’t going to take shit, not of someone who came to work in their pyjamas. in reply she simply thumbed at the odd stray piece of fabric attached to her jeans, if he was to notice her attire she would simply draw along and draw attention to it. her fingers lingered along the inside of her thigh, playing and tugging at the material whilst also opening a slightly greater tear. her expression showed nothing of this game, she in fact appeared perfectly serious, unimpressed by his behaviour and not even noting how inappropriate and attention seeking her actions were.

a shrug was her initial reply and only reply to his question. to be honest she was in no rush to get out of the incompetent doctor’s company. by the second she was becoming more comfortable in his presence and she was considering as less of a threat and simply something to provide amusement. “not with the right company.” it was a pretty blunt and basic answer but very true. for one the company she chose were frequently others much like her, people who liked to drink but not to the extent of winding up in a place like this. she had no control over her impulses, even she could recognise that and she had absolutely no will power. most of the parties she went to had complete stranger, she would be invited by one friend and know few others, every party, every night out was different and when she could get into a club it was even better. there was a certain tact of wearing a certain style of clothing that would most certainly get you in. katya was ruddy good at that. “i prefer the dirt tracks.” she was pretty simply teasing him, making his life that little bit harder and until he was decent towards her and stopped acting like a snooty git, she wouldn’t comply. he reminded her of the company her parents kept, of the few times she had attempted to be civil to them they would cast their eyes down their stuck up noses at her and scoff. it always amused her, she was just as well off as them but because she had a little dirt under her fingernails, a little lack of clothing, she was filth.

her brow raised as he questioned the locket and she glanced down at it. she didn’t often wear the things she stole off people however this was special, it was different and she simply took a shine to it. She wasn’t however about to start lying, or at least not very well. oddly enough that was probably the most harmless habit she didn’t pick up. “my mother gave it to me before she died, it has a picture of her in it.” she smirked playfully, it was such a barefaced lie she had no doubt he would call it. her file would say quite clearly that her mother was still alive and kicking. as for his drinking habits, she was suitably disappointed but there wasn’t a loss of hope. to be honest, katya never seemed to have much time for people who didn’t share that one hobby with her however she would have to make exceptions in this case if he was to be her therapist. of course, the chances of her getting him to let loose and have a drink with her was slim but kat could be pretty persuasive at times. “maybe you should try it sometime.” it was only a suggestion, she was testing the waters, trying to seek out her limits when it came to oliver. so far she was pretty murky on where they were, on how far she could push him and how much he would respond. as he spoke her name she smiled lightly, almost teasingly. “call me whatever you like.” generally she had no preference however her husky tones suggested she wasn’t quite being simply nice.

she did however listen to his offer and whatever left of her liver would have probably gulped in dread but her heart fluttered like she was in love. for a moment she could have kissed him however it was the drink she longed for and lusted after. pushing herself up from her chair, she padded around to his side of the desk and perched against it so she was directly beside him. personal space was something katya clearly wasn’t aware of. “aren’t you meant to cure us, not fuel out habits.” she laughed lightly however this was a somewhat more friendly laugh, he had won her over and it was just that easy. with something she wanted on the table she was without a doubt going to take him up on the offer however she didn’t want to appear too eager, he would then be aware of how easily shaped she could become. “so, in return for booze, you want me to make some progress under your skilful guidance?” she raised a brow, questioning silently why he couldn’t just cure people like other therapists were meant to achieve. was he that inadequate. slipping back she pushed herself from the floor to sit on the desk, her legs crossed under her she sat almost childlike contemplating her decision. her shift had pushed her directly in front of him on the desk, pushing boundaries but also just providing her with a perch, she liked sitting in higher places, made her feel taller, somewhat more noticeable. “it’s a deal, you sure do know how to please a girl.” she played, her fingers naively twisting her hair as she made a dramatic, mock display of innocence that was shortly followed by a laugh. “i’ll let you choose what to get me, then you can try some to if you wanna be a right little rebel.” her teasing continued however her tones were light hearted. “you realize you’ll have to get me something before i spill right? just to be sure you’re going to stick your end out and all.”

(sorry for any mistakes, i'm way tired right now lol)

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