“why don’t doctors, nurses OR FUCKING ANYONE, get if I wanted HELP. I would ask for it--I’d fucking ask for it! Are people fucking morons in this place-or just woozy from the fucking medication. Because I am NOT CRAZY. I am not fucking crazy!”
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“why don’t doctors, nurses OR FUCKING ANYONE, get if I wanted HELP. I would ask for it--I’d fucking ask for it! Are people fucking morons in this place-or just woozy from the fucking medication. Because I am NOT CRAZY. I am not fucking crazy!”
“ALL the yellows, ––– got’cha.” there’s a nod of his head as he pulls down a small box. “let’s see, i got… honey pot, sunny-side up, yellow brick road, tropical sun –––– i have NO idea who comes up with these names,” he shakes his head in dismay but returns, bottles in arm to place them on the coffee table next to her canvas.
“They’re all SHIT. But I guess people who do art supposedly are all warm and happy--and..that is not me..So--This one.” She picked the most darkest yellow colour, dipping her paint brush in as she swiped it across the page. She did have a talent for art, but she never liked to boast about it.
“ALL the yellows, ––– got’cha.” there’s a nod of his head as he pulls down a small box. “let’s see, i got… honey pot, sunny-side up, yellow brick road, tropical sun –––– i have NO idea who comes up with these names,” he shakes his head in dismay but returns, bottles in arm to place them on the coffee table next to her canvas.
“They’re all SHIT. But I guess people who do art supposedly are all warm and happy--and..that is not me..So--This one.” She picked the most darkest yellow colour, dipping her paint brush in as she swiped it across the page. She did have a talent for art, but she never liked to boast about it.
color him SHOCKED. ❛ uhm, ❜ milo took another step back, bewilderment written clearly along his features. ❛ a little UNNECESSARY don’t you think… ?? ❜ surely he expected such behavior, but certainly not within the first few hours of admittance.
“well it’s UNNECESSARY being here. But -- do you want to find the reason we are?” She snapped back--it was her first day too. First day somewhere she didn’t like, and didn’t know. And it scared Diana-but she’d never show it.
quietly, he assessed her. ❛ no. but, it is my job to OBSERVE. it can be jarring. being coerced into a new environment… one you aren’t particularly KEEN with at that. ❜
“ah--so you’re the shrink hm?” She rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms. “..well no, would YOU be keen? Would YOU be happy about being stuck here?”
he’s over in the corner of his office, hands rummaging through his shelves. “what colors did you say you needed again ? ” he PROMPTS over his shoulder towards his current patient on the sofa.
“yellow--all the yellow’s you have. this sunset needs as many WARM colours you got.” dianna tried to keep snappy. Art therapy wasn’t her choice, but she enjoyed art she always had..and it surprisingly kept the beast inside of her.
She flinches when you touch her, It is a conditioned response From a life of battered nerves, And you can’t imagine how it is That she can still ask you To wrap your arms around her, When so many other arms Have been cages.
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❛ shit, sorry ❜ the teenager took an awkward step to the side, allowing the person to move around him. ❛ didn’t see you. ❜ milo offered a small, polite smile.
“you better be fucking sorry.” Dianna rolled her eyes as she took a step forward. “And you’re lucky I’m in a good mood---I would had moved you OUT THE WAY..but I’m actually not that resentful right NOW.”
❛ you seem OVERWHELMED. ❜
‘well you clearly DONT know me. I-I’m not that..I’m just... trying to understand the fact I’m STUCK in this place for however long.”
because he’s the only one for me Jolene.
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