Never Gonna Be Alone

Chapter 6---The Meeting Or PreMeeting

Laten slowly put down the phone. He knew he shouldn't have been listening in. He just wondered who was going to be his counselor. He wanted someone who he could trust, like his CSI teacher. If anyone should be his counselor it should have been him.

At least he had a back up. He had been itching to use it since he was in the hospital. It wasn't his blade but it would do. He remembered that he had broken a glass by accident, two weeks ago, and hadn't picked up the pieces yet.

Laten walked over to his dresser, and bent down. He felt all around for the broken glass. After a few minutes, he found a big enough piece. He never used anything else to cut himself with but his pocket knife. Laten went over to the bed, and pulled up his sleeve.

'Bloody Hell.' They apparently had wrapped both of his arms, (when he checked his left one) wrapped in gauze. Laten found the tape. It took a few minutes to peel it off. The tape was hard to pull it off, but he managed it. 

When he unwrapped it off, he put the blade closer to his elbow, but 3 inches more down. He closed his eyes, and dragged the blade against his skin.

'Well that hurt a little more then usual. Maybe because I'm so used to my blade.'  Laten inspected the cut. It was a little more messy, and required a little more force to break the skin, the pain was a little bit more then what he was used to, but he'd have to grow accustomed to it, because he didn't have his precious blade anymore. Laten sighed. At least the pain is distracting him from his thoughts and everything else around him. He needed that. To forget everything outside of his room. As weird as this was, it kept him calm more then anything. Laten sighed.

He should really stop. Laten put the glass in his pocket, and went into the bathroom. Shutting the door and locking it, he stood there for a minute or two, before flushing the toilet so his dad wouldn't think of anything suspicious. He then ran the cold water over the glass, cleaning it. Then he rinsed off his cut.

When he opened the door, his father was standing right outside the door. Laten's heart leaped a little, but remained surprisingly calm. "Hey Dad. Bathroom's all yours"

His father nodded. "You are going to meet your counselor tomorrow at 7:00 P.M."

Laten nodded again.

"I made us some lunch. You want some?"

Laten shook his head. "Not really hungry."

Chuck shook his head.

" You know what? I'm going to get you some, and you are going to eat, even if I have to force it down your throat."

Laten chuckled, despite himself. "No need for that. I'll eat."

When his father gave him a bowl of Mac N Cheese, he took it in the room. He locked his door for privacy, and got out his phone.

He dialed Tankie's number.

BEEP....BEEP...BE-

"Hello?"

"Hey. I just wanted to talk. Tell you I'm sorry for the way I've been."

"Oh, it's OK. So, they discharged you without problem?"

"Yep. Dad said I have a new counselor."

"Wow! That's really great! Because they said that if you didn't get a counselor, you were not allowed back in school."

"Can they really do that?"

"Apparently. So, when's the meeting?"

Laten set down the bowl on his night stand. He was really, not hungry with everything that just happened. "He said it was tomorrow at 7."