It Begins In A Hospital

Chapter 6

Avery POV

I turned and ran out of the room, and headed in the direction of one thing I knew I could find, the one thing I saw when Ethan was showing me around. I turn a corner, Ethan and a thousand other people behind me, yelling my name, but I shut them out, and I run into a room, shutting the door behind me. I slide down the door, and sit on the floor, waiting for the chorus of footsteps to pass behind me.

“Well, hello,” An old man with a slight British accent says, and I gasp and jump up.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” I apologize.

“Oh, no, don’t worry about it. You’re Avery, right?” He asks.

“How’d you know?” I wonder.

“The nurse showed me a video of you just after you were enrolled to be working with me. I’m your vocal coach. Or, mentor, I should say, because you don’t need coaching at all. I’m Theodore, but you can call me Ted,” He says, sticking out his hand.

“And you obviously know who I am. A video?” I ask, taking his hand, still slightly confused.

“I guess your mother brought it or something. You were performing on stage, at a school or something,” He says simply.

“Oh, that talent show, from a couple of months ago,” I remember.

“Yes. Now, you’re not scheduled to be with me until next period. Are you lost?” He asks.

“Somthing like that,” I laugh, and he opens the door to lead me to my next class.

      He walks me down the hall to my photography class, and tells the teacher where I was, and says he’ll see me next period. I slump down in a chair, and the teacher hands me a camera, a nice Canon Rebel 600, for me to use while I’m there. She tells me to come in tomorrow with fifty pictures, good and bad, of whatever I’d like. I nod and begin learning how to work the camera and all of its features, making sure it was similar to the one I had. I began to snap a few photos, playing around with the focus and effects. All too suddenly, the class is being dismissed, and I find myself almost running down the hall to go see Theodore again, for my session. I push open the ‘studio’ door, and Theodore is there waiting for me.

“So, you have some talent. Lets write a song,” He says.

Ethan POV

Shit, really? I have completely screwed up. God, Ethan, you really messed this up. This is Avery we’re talking about. Avery! Go fix this, right now! My mind was yelling at me a mile a minute now, as I walked to my guitar lesson.

“Hey Ethan, how’re you doing?” Sam, my cousin, asks me as I walk into my room.

“I’m good, I guess. I kind of made Avery upset,” I say quietly.

“What happened?” She exclaims.

“Not important. I know its gunna be hard, but, help me write a song to get her back? I can’t lose her, Sam. She’s too important to me,” I panic.

“Ethan, calm down. We can fix it. Write that down,” Sam instructs.

I do as I’m told, and as I write my thoughts, Sam strums out a few chords on my guitar, playing with a melody. When the lesson is over an hour later, I have a song. I thank Sam and give her a hug and I walk out of the room with my guitar.

Here we go.

Avery POV

I worked with Theodore for an hour, and in the time, he helped me write a song, which may or may have not been an apology to Ethan. I tracked vocals for a while, and I was going to work on some guitar parts later this week. In a slightly better mood, before I remember that I have a group therapy session with the other kids in the ward.

Freaking awesome, I think to myself.

I walk back to my room to try and find Ethan, hoping he could show me where to go. I find the room empty, and just as I’m about to find a nurse, he appears behind me, in the doorway, with a guitar.

“I’m sorry. Can I sing you a song?” He pleads.

      A nurse walks into the room, and tells us its time for group. I tell him to meet me in the recording room after group, and he nods. I decide to show him my song then. The nurse leads us down the hall, and we walk into a room full of kids our age, sitting in a circle of chairs. Ethan and I take seats, and the session begins. I’m practically ridiculed through the entire session, and the counselor uses a hard love sort of approach on me, telling me how suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. I’m almost in tears by the end of the session, but I figure crying isn’t going to get me anywhere. I stick it out, and by the end of the session, I understand what the counselor is trying to say. I thank him, and walk out, Ethan right beside me.

“So, you survived your first group. Well done. Much better than me the first time I was admitted,” He says.

“Yeah, I guess. I understand what he’s saying. Anyway, studio?” I ask

He nods, and we’re off.

Sorry its such a crappy filler chapter. Trust me, I'm working on it.