Gabriella M Thompson

Gabriella May Thompson Sixteen Psychotic Depression Eichen House Resident.

[parkerlylemontgomery-blog]

Parker moved over to her and pushed the hand holding the piece away from her exposed wrist. He scooted his hand where she would have cut so she had no way to do so and looked her in the eyes. “Stop. This will not solve anything. Just breath. Drop the shard, please. This will only make things worse. You don’t need to do this. Everything is going to be fine. Everything is going to be fine,” he honestly didn’t know if he was talking to calm her down or himself. He just wanted her to stop. 

[gxthompson-blog]

The fact that he was trying to talk her out of attempting to kill herself was making the voices and the hallucinations more anxious and more angry. The more someone stood in the way the more they drove her to want to do it. "Let. Me. The. Fuck. GO!" She screamed near his ear in an attempt to let her go. But it was in that moment, she held the shard to her neck. "Fucking try me. I swear to God I will." She spoke as she splinted the tip to her artery in her neck. 

[daisypieces-deactivated20150225]

Daisy was in the common room when she heard a voice all too familiar. She listened for a few seconds, realizing that the source of the commotion was coming from her room. She looked up to see the staff sprinting to the room and yelling different codes in to walkie talkies. Daisy got up out of the chair and ran in front of them. She ran inside the door, seeing the lamp smash on the wall to her right, letting out a shriek. She ducked, then ran towards Gabrielle. She grabbed her and wrapped her arms around her in an embrace, whispering urgently in her ear. “Gabrielle, it’s me, snap out of it. It’s Daisy, listen,” she kept repeating it, in an attempt to stop the guards from charging her with the tranquilizer.

[gxthompson-blog]

The feeling of an embrace around her made the 16 year old grow more anxious. The feeing of being trapped was worse than before. Pushing against Daisy's grip, her body began to thrash at an attempt to escape. The words of her roommate not even fully registering through her ears. "LET ME GO DAMN IT!" She screamed from her lips as she fought more against Daisy's grasp. 

[parkerlylemontgomery-blog]

"No, I will not leave. Please, just listen to me and let this go. My name is Parker and I am part of the staff, I’m here to help. Just please.. Please try to calm down. Everything is going to be okay, okay?" he said in the calmest tone he could, trying to ignore her foot on his stomach. Parker knew this would be hard and he wished he could call in one of the other more experienced security to help, but it was too late. He just had to try. 

[gxthompson-blog]

"LET ME GO! I DONT NEED YOU!" She bellowed out of her lips as she pulled away from his grasp, scooting over to the corner where she crouched down, the plastic tight in her hand and pointed at her wrist. Her hand trembling over her skin as she looked at him with dead eyes. There was no life, no real Gabby behind them. They were long gone. Was she afraid of doing it in front of a staff member? No. For the only thing she could think about was just ending it once and for all. 

[parkerlylemontgomery-blog]

Things were quiet enough at the station Parker resided in for the night watch. Then he heard it, the distant screams and immediately got up to move toward it. He moved as fast as he could down the corridors toward the noise and pinpointed the bedroom the sounds were coming from. Parker ran over to her and grabbed her wrist as firmly, but as gently as he could, “No, STOP!” He maneuvered her fingers to force her to release the piece of hardened plastic.

"Stop, stop!" 

[gxthompson-blog]

Her grip was tight around the plastic shard, not wanting to let it go. The voices in her head screaming at her, poisoning her mind with lies. But they were so believable. The 16 year old did not give up. Pushing against the stranger that had his hands around her wrist, her foot came up, pressing against his abdomen to push him back. "GET OFF OF ME! LEAVE ME ALONE!" She screamed in a high pitched voice as she used the small bits of strength she did have to fight against him. "GET OUT!"

[gxthompson-blog]

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" The yell carried loudly out of the bedroom of Gabby Thompson. Her fists hit hard against the walls, in a partial attempt to punch a hole in it as well as inflict pain upon her self. Her arms had red marks form her nails attempting to scratch herself open and her eyes were red and showed deep of lack of sleep. Grabbing the lamp by her bed, she yanked it from desk, throwing it against the wall next to the door, watching as it hit the ground, shattering into shards. For a split second, she stopped, walking over and grabbing one of the bigger pieces of hardened and broken plastic. "I just want to die! JUST LET ME GO!" She screamed more towards the voices within her head.  

[avoiding-andrew]

"No, you don’t know me.. I know because I recognise the complete need. I resorted to my nails." He replied with a little sigh, making his way over to her. "I doubt the sharp instruments are anywhere else apart from under lock and key. I don’t know how or where that would be though. Andrew looked over the girl with a sad smile. "I’m Andrew." He felt ridiculous already telling the girl so much, but he figured that everyone would find out everything about everyone eventually.. Isn’t that how places like this work? 

[gxthompson-blog]

Caught off guard at his comment about how he had turned to using his finger nails to self harm made her stop for a moment. For this was the first time here she had met someone that was open but not too open. And in a way, strange way, she was interested in him and just what he was as a person. "Gabby." She spoke softly as she pushed the drawer closed behind her, and leaning against it to get a better look at the new stranger in the room. 

[avoiding-andrew]

Andrew wasn’t surprised that the girl didn’t notice him sat in the corner, he was most certainly used to that. But he recognised the utter need behind her digging and her tone of voice - he could tell what she was looking for, because he’d already done the same. “There’s nothing in there. I’ve already looked.” He called to her, standing up slowly just in case she would get scared or get aggressive.

[gxthompson-blog]

Her eyes looked over as she heard a voice call from the corner of the room. A boy sat there, someone she had not seen here before, but it did not stop her from digging through to find something at least remotely sharp. "There has to be fucking something in this place." She spoke more towards the hospital itself rather than to the stranger in the room. For never once did she fear he was a staff member, for if he was, he would have physically stopped her, not just said he already looked. "How do you know? Do I even know you?" She asked turning over to look at him.

[gxthompson-blog]

The  halls were quiet for a change which was more than welcomed. Gabby passed down the empty hall, her hands fidgeting with one another as she rounded the corner, her mind focused on one thing and one thing only. She had to find another knife. And this time, no one was going to get it from her. As she looked around, she snuck into the abandoned art room, beginning to dig through the drawers. "Come on, there has to be fucking something."

[gxthompson-blog]

Ahh thank you guys! We are out but once we get back we will look! (She is staying with me this weekend lol)

[c3rise-blog-deactivated20171103]

Gabby was one of those people she never thought she’d befriend due to their hatred of her, and it was a surprise that she actually turned around. It was a good day after all. Perhaps too good. "Didn’t really expect that" she mumbled, smiling shyly as if she had been just given a marriage proposal. Indeed, it was a big deal to her, as little as it may seem to others. Her shoulders somewhat slouched as her breathing slowed down, the Queen-like demeanor slightly parting. It rarely happens, only when she’s alone or she’s overly relaxed. Cerise then tilted her head to one side, gazing at the other. "So how do you want to spend the day? Or do you have appointments with others?"

[gxthompson-blog]

Her eyebrow raised at Cersie's reply. Did she really not think she would break through Gabby? Ok, maybe she was coming from the right place. Gabby was one of the hardest patients to get along with. Wether you were another patient, or a staff member. When she went off, there was nothing to stop her and she went for blood. "Well, I am not one that is kind to all my...what do you call us? Peasants?" She asked as she gave a small huff of a laugh from her lips. "The only place I have to be is in this asylum."

[belle-collins-deactivated201504]

”Welcome to the house of horrors” the whispers said as I walked down one of the corridors ” They are gonna kill us you know” They say to me as I watch people pass by me guys and girls of all ages in rooms hidden away from everyone else, some walking the halls. I lean against a wall and hold my head in both hands. I haven’t had anything to eat today. “Child don’t you understand we will all die here you idiot! You’re gonna kill us all! Help us! Don’t let us die!” the voices yell, I chuckle “I’ve wanted to die for a long time.” I say to them

[gxthompson-blog]

Gabby had watched more and more children walk in and out of Eichen house as she sat there behind the walls. Knowing she was not leaving anytime soon. With her voices and hallucinations become more and more vivid and severe as the doctors played with her medications and her violent outburst more rare, she was watched always. Because with the note of being very volatile in bold print on her file, it was only a matter of time before she attacked someone else again, or herself. As Gabriella walked down the hall from the toilet where she grew sick once again from the detox from the medication she was being weened off of, she soon caught sight of a girl who was talking to herself. About how she want to die for a long time. "Talk like that and you get to see what isolation looks like, and maybe you get the room next to mine." She spoke in a cold and emotionless tone. 

[c3rise-blog-deactivated20171103]

Finally, words of, what she assumed was,concern escaped the other’s lips after a long time. "I guess hope doesn’t always breed eternal misery" she smiled, thankful for the changes she just witnessed. "And people would take advantage whether or not I am kind, but I’d rather have faith in them than doubt." That much was true. For some reason, meeting him made her trust issues disappear and restored her faith in humanity. Little did she know of what was to come in the near future. "So would it be safe to assume that I am being considered a friend by you, or should I stop dreaming of it?"

[gxthompson-blog]

Gabriella looked over at Cersie. Strangely, she liked the girl in her own twisted way. Even though the girl thought she was a fucking queen or something like that. The fact that no matter what Gabby did, Cersie did not leave her behind. She did not treat Gabby like a fucked up psychopath the rest of the ward did. Which in its own way was a gift of friendship. "Friend has never been a word I have used. But I guess, sure." She spoke softly as she tried to formulate it completely in her mind. 

[gxthompson-blog]

An Acquaintance - Ash & Gabby

[amnesiac-ash]

She didn’t replied, but she moved away, and Ash decided to take that as a yes. He threw himself on the comfortable couch, spreading his legs. She spoke so softly he barely heard her. "Yes, it’s awesome." He said, smiling. Part of him was happy that she hadn’t read the books yet; every time he mentioned he was reading them for the first time someone gasped, insulted. It was not his fault if he couldn’t remember reading it or not, after all. A little more at ease with her, he turned his body so he was facing the unknown girl. “The only thing that is keeping me sane inside this hell hole, to be honest.”

[gxthompson-blog]

Keeping him sane? There was nothing sane about this place or what it was doing to the children in there. They were over medicating and letting them run wild as they watched. Keeping them locked up for the own amusement. Well, sat least, that is what her voices told her over and over through the days at Eichen. But she let that slide for now as she looked up at him at how excited he was about the book. "It is just a book, nothing more. False hopes and dreams that get etched into your mind only to be let down later on." She spoke as if she was just talking out into the air. 

[gxthompson-blog]

An Acquaintance - Ash & Gabby

[amnesiac-ash]

Ash approached the unknown girl with care, not sure if she was one of the more hostile patients or not. His eyes went from her to the TV, not recognizing whatever that was on. Not that he wasn’t used to the feeling, because not knowing stuff was something he had to deal on a daily basis. "Do you mind if I seat here? It has a better lightning." He explained, shaking the old copy of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire that he had smuggled from the library when the nice lady that took care of the place wasn’t looking. He didn’t understood why they didn’t allowed patients to borrow their books. What were they going to do with it? Read themselves to death?

[gxthompson-blog]

Gabby looked up as a voice came from the man that had made his way over to her. Part of her wanted to say no, to leave her alone and not come back or come near her. But the other part wanted him to stay. For if he stayed maybe the hallucinations would back off for a bit. Or maybe they would just get worse. Not saying a word towards him, she scooted over on the long but plastic couch, puling her knees up to her chest to take up as little space as possible. Her eyes glanced over to the book in his hand. Harry Potter. A series she only heard of but never read. "Is it good?" She asked in a soft whisper. 

[gxthompson-blog]

An Acquaintance - Ash & Gabby

The adjustment to the new medication all while she was weened off the old was a hell in its own way. The withdrawals were just as bad, making her depression worse and her delusions more vivid and more frequent. From going to just seeing them at night, they were starting to make their way into her days. And to Gabriella, the hallucinations were much worse than the voices. As she sat within the common room, her eyes red and dark from the sleepless few nights, Gabby looked at the small TV as it played the same movie over and over, not even noticing the approaching man. 

[gxthompson-blog]

1, 5 , 9 , 13

1.  No. 

5. I guess I used to. But I don't anymore. I cannot remember the last time I cried.

9. Love is just a false emotion there to get you hurt.

13. I don't even know if I ever have.

[l1ke-it-or-n0t]

Ask my muse:

Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend?

When did your last hug take place?

Are you a jealous person?

Have you ever been called a tease?

Do you cry easily?

What should you be doing right now?

Are you a heavy sleeper?

Are you mad at someone right now?

Do you believe in love?

What makes you laugh no matter what?

Do you get butterflies around the person you like?

Will you get married?

When was the last time you smiled?

Does anyone like you?

Do you secretly like someone?

Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

What are you NOT looking forward to?

What ARE you looking forward to?

Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you, and meant it?

Do you plan on moving out within the next year?

Do you fall for people easily?

If you could move somewhere else, would you?

When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?

Three names you go by…

Are you currently in a relationship?

What is your all-time favorite romance movie?

Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate?

What’s your current problem?

Have you ever had your heart broken?

How many kids do you want to have?