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03 - murder house

Parker Langdon hated therapy. She hated having to sit in front of someone and talk only of herself — she wasn't particularly keen on talking about herself, she never had been.

"So."

"Parker, you can't keep avoiding therapy."

"Sure I can, you plan to leave as soon as possible, no?" Parker questioned, crossing her legs as she rocked back and forth on the rocking chair. "I'm sorry about what happened to Valerie, Tate told me about it. I don't think I've ever seen him so . . . affected? Hurt, maybe? He took it very badly, rather."

Ben sighed. Ever since their home had been invaded, Valerie hadn't been the same — he didn't blame her, but watching how she was affected was so much harder then he had ever thought something like that could be.

"We're not her to talk about Valerie, or Violet or anyone else. You want to get to the roots of you OCD and suicidal thoughts. To do that, you need to talk."

Parker rested her head back, shaking her head. "Every night, all I see is my siblings fallen body, every night I feel that I need to just end it all, Doctor Harmon."

She let out a shaky sigh, bring her legs up and wrapping her arms around them. She rested her head on her knees and rocked back and forth, watching Ben with tearing up eyes.

"I see it every night."

Ben watched as the fifteen year old trying to hold herself together.

"I don't want keep seeing them. I can't keep seeing them. Not Addy, or Tate, or Rose, or Beau. I can't handle it."

Ben watched the way Parker's grip tightened around her legs, as she rocked quicker and quicker.

"Three out of four, Ben. Three out of four. Or maybe four out of five. It was inevitable really, inevitable that I fell deep, deep into a mess of my own mind." She chuckled weekly, moving her forehead to rest on her knees instead of her chin. "Obsessive compulsive disorder and depression, can you think of a worse mix?"

"How do you stop these thoughts, Parker?"

"Anything to numb my mind, Doctor Harmon, it's surprising the lengths I'm willing to go, once I'm able to leave the locks and switches alone. I see your youngest a lot, she helps, or my siblings."

Ben wasn't particularly impressed to hear how Parker would sneak in to his home and find Violet. But then he supposed with the events of a few days prior, Violet needed someone and as long as Parker was around, his daughter had someone to rely on.

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Valerie wasn't quick to heal, she doubted she ever would be completely and utterly ok. She was sat outside on the wall, smoking away her troubles whilst Tate was hid behind the wall upon the two noticing Ben Harmon.

Valerie looked at her father, purple bags under her eye.

She avoided the spare room, she wouldn't sleep in her own bed. She slept on the floor or she didn't sleep at all. Hell, she got rid of her bed and kept her mattress to ensure she didn't have to sleep on a bed. Valerie wanted a new bed, one that was nothing like the spare room bed, one that was anything but a wooden four post bed. She was in the process of getting a new bed, they were just waiting for it to arrive.