Freakshow 〰 Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children

Ch. 8 - Arguements

ᑕᕼ. 8 - ᗩᖇGᑌEᗰEᑎTᔕ

Jacob and I got cleared to go to the same therapist together due to the fact that he was acting more sane, and they thought his presence in the room would "help my chemical imbalance". It was just some Mumbai jumbo shit I made my therapist say so I wouldn't have to see her face after the horny queen incident.

We were casually sitting on the couch, me having a mug of coffee and Jacob inconspicuously glaring each time I took a sip, making me roll my eyes. We had a fight earlier in that day due to my day drinking and his psycho belief that it wasn't healthy for me.

Like oh no, a travel size gin every morning is totally gonna make me get in a drunk driving accident despite the fact that I don't fucking drive.

"Rose, this isn't healthy! You should be acting like other kids your age and obsessing over boys and getting your nails done, not being a drunk and buying creepy doll heads over the Internet!" He demands, holding up one of my recent ones for proof.

"It's my collection! And Jacob, you shouldn't worry about how I deal with my problems, because I'm not you!" I screamed at him angrily, grabbing the baby doll from his grasp and throwing it on my bed.

"It is my problem! You're my sister, and no one should have to say that their sister is self deteriorating in front of you and you aren't able to stop her! No one likes you like this, and you are so selfish to not take your meds, or to skip therapy, or to shut us out and drink when it gets too hard for you. Well guess fucking what, if you keep doing this, you're not going to have anyone to jump to, and we'll all just leave you-"

"I'm already alone!" I shrieked, throwing down my arms in frustration. The room went uncomfortably silent, like in the movies. But unlike the movies, this was real life, with no edgy song to play in the background while I spill out my feelings to understanding arms. I just had to accept the fact that nobody cared.

"That thing killed my best friend, and then the doctors took you. And you were the only two people I ever cared about." I felt like I was gonna cry, so I muttered a quick," Fuck off, Jacob." before going out of the house and ringing one of my friends- possibly the only one that wasn't a druggie.

"Hey Mackena, wanna hang out for a while?"

After that, I hung out with Mackena at a coffee shop until around the time that I had to go to therapy. I definately had to make a bitch ass lie about half of what had been going on, but the rest of our conversation was oddly refreshing- less sympathy and more interaction.

Ever since I had taken a taxi there, Jacob and I had been sitting on the couch ever since I hostile silence. And then the therapist starts to speak, making me roll my eyes due to habit.

"So that's it? His death was meaningless?" Dr. Golan was obviously directing this toward my brother- I made it clear that I didn't think that. Jacob, however, had a bit of a stick up his ass and a grudge in his mind, so being the bitch he was, decided to badmouth my Papa in front of me.

"Unless you've got a better idea. Some big theory about what it all means that you haven't told me. Otherwise..." He trails off and I look at Dr. Golan in interest. Some big theory? What the hell does that mean?

"What?"

"Otherwise, this is just a waste of time."

The doctor pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "What your grandfathers last words meant isn't my conclusion to draw. It's what you think that matters."

"That is such psychobabble bullshit." My brother demands as I say in unison to him," Yeah fucking right, you aren't some child of Buddha, just decipher the fucking thing, it has no legitimate meaning!" Jacob quickly continues over me, making me annoyed," It's not what I think that matters; it's what's true! But I guess we'll never know, so who cares? Just dope me up and collect the bill."

I was a bit shocked as to how he talked to the man- he sounded like me. And I knew it was because of our argument, but I couldn't help but feel proud. I thought the therapist would get mad at us, or try to get us to sing Kumbaya around a fire while smoking weed and talking about cloud shapes, or even try to go with the generic," You sound upset- why do you think you feel this way?" in which I could reply," Because you're a little fucking bitch." but no- he looked at us in this disappointed stare and spoke to us.

"It sounds like you're giving up. I'm disappointed. You don't strike me as a quitter." My brother spoke first, but my anger boiled as he spoke, waiting for him to shut his damn trap so I could interject and possibly destroy this mans want to live.

"Then you don't know me very well."

"Thanks for segwaying into my point, Jake." I say casually before walking up to our therapist. "You like to act like you came out of God's butt crack covered in gold, but in reality, you're just as screwed up as the rest of us. You don't know us- you know the story about the crying kids in a forest with their screwball Pa dying. Don't act like you know us outside of your profession, because you will never be anything but your profession." I was fuming- I could feel my magic wanting to get out, and I angrily storm out, not knowing what to do. My chest was constricting painfully, and I needed to get the words out.

Without thinking, I grab the nearest patient and speak.

"You're having a heart attack." I didn't know what  a heart attack felt like, but it might as well of felt like what I was feeling. I gasped in relief as the pressure left my lungs, and quickly walked away from the women as she started convulsing on the floor. I went to a nurse and gave her instructions.

"That women is having a heart attack, help her." I could feel my nose dripping as I left the hospital, weakly sitting on a bench outside and pinching my nose, trying to get the bleeding to stop as my head felt like it was full of cotton.

What the hell did I just do?

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You guys are fucking insane, thanks for 300!

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Questions; How do you think the argument will affect their relationship?

Do you think Rosalina is on different meds than Jacob?

What do you think of her drinking?

How are her powers affecting her?

How do you think she'll react to the trip? (Which is coming very soon, I Promise!)