Orphan

Chapter 18 (Journal)

I lazily laid back in the car, embracing the one moment I had to relax; today was a bit too busy even for me. Between controlling Harry, doing my work, doing multiple 'please explains' with the teachers about everything, and stopping rumors I had no break. As Harry pulled up in the driveway again, and we entered the oh-so-familiar gang house. I went straight for the kitchen. Harry was persistent I tell my parents I was going to Hunter for the rest of the week due to some project. Luckily they fell for it; maybe. I grabbed some cheese from the fridge and made myself a sandwich, a sandwich I much needed.
"Sorry, you want me to make you something?" I asked as Harry stared at me quietly, "No." he answered slowly turning away from me and walking outside. "K then..." I sighed going up to the room and getting into my sweatpants and a jersey. The room was a pigsty and I hated it the minute I walked in honestly. It was quite cold out today though.

"Monique you want something to eat?" Abigail asked from downstairs as I came down tying up my hair. "No thanks, I had a sandwich earlier."
"Yeah, 'cause that's going to fill someone up." she chuckled as I shrugged, "I wasn't that hungry, I just don't feel like eating right now." I mumbled sitting down as she moved over to me and sat down. "What is the problem?"
"Nothing. Just tired." I smiled as she rolled her eyes. "Truth please?"
"I did tell you the truth. I said I'm tired, I'm genuinely tired. Tired of everything, I'm worn out, I can't bring myself to move anymore and everything is just a bit tiring to me recently, the smallest actions are enough to bring me to my knees. I'm worn emotionally, spiritually and physically. I know I seen dramatic and all, but I just feel like I'm getting nowhere." I muttered truthfully as she sighed with a nod. "Sorry, I didn't know."

"It's okay." I answered with a small smile as she tried to lighten the mood by nuzzling her arm to mine. "I have a lot of cleaning to do, these lads thought it would be fun to mess up the house before I got back."
"I don't think Liam and Zayn could cause that much damage..." I mumbled as she chuckled. "You know so little. You've never seen them make a mess. They've managed to do just about the damage of 7 people."

"I see," I smiled, "well I'll help wherever I can. I'm going to clean Harry's room. It's a mess and then I'll do the kitchen."
"Are you sure, you don't have to help, we can just tell them you're still learning where things go and-"
"-I'll never know if I don't clean, and if I get in trouble that's on me." I answered with a light shrug and stood up from my seat. "Where are they by the way?" I questioned as Abby gave me a look. Either I wasn't ready to know yet so it was stupid to ask, or it was so obvious I should have figured it out on my own. Either way, I was completely unaware. "They're out to town." She chuckled at my confused face and I came to the realization. They had had another 'job' to do. Sigh. I this really the life they should be leading?

"I'll go get done." I mumbled walking up to the room and closing the door, staring at the mess before deciding where to begin. Like some type of fieldtrip and you wanted to go on all the rides. I wish.

I grabbed some of the dirty clothes laying around and threw them in the wash, I'd do that when I was done with the warzone of a room. After I had cleaned up most of the mess an hour had already passed, it was getting better but not in the state I wanted it to be yet. Hopefully Harry would appreciate the gesture.

I lifted the sheets off of the bed and grabbed some clean ones. As I moved the mattress back in place I noticed a small notepad fall to the floor, must have been under it. I picked it up, contemplating whether or not to read it, maybe it wasn't important... Then again if he hid it away it had to be. My curiosity got the best of me. I opened it to reveal scribbles and writing, with Harry's name and a small form attached which read;

Month 1: January, 1
Patient 12:
Gender: Male
Name: Harry
Last Name: Unknown
Age: 14
Problem: Patient has been acting strangely after the death of his 'grandfather'/caretaker, better known to him as 'papa'. Not responding to any emotional connection. Has fits of anger. Speaks only to foster brother; Liam, and foster mother which he calls 'nan'. Gets into constant fights. Has become aggressive. Known suicidal tendencies, often psychotic thoughts would cause him to threaten people and/or act on his thoughts. Patient claims to 'hear voices telling him to do so'. Patient is severely emotionally damaged and has been in and out of 12 homes in a matter of 3 months. None of which could cope with the trouble caused by patient.

I held my breath as I read the form, this was serious. I hadn't known he went for therapy sessions.

Month 4: April, 5
Patient needs to be contained for a week due to fiasco in session. Patient has completely lost all boundaries and has no sense of right and wrong anymore. Patient needs to be watched and serviced until ready to communicate effectively, he has become selectively mute for two months. Has tried to kill himself and several other nurses in the past few weeks. Still will only see two people. Has had an emotional breakdown four times.
Level: Critical, Do not leave him alone.

Month 14: June, 28
Patient has finally had a breakthrough, aggressive behavior is at a minimal. Final analysis is being done. He has opened up more about himself and the problems he has.

Technique:
-Patient responds when patient's hand is lightly grasped; palm to palm, thumb to knuckles.

I stopped reading as I shook my head clear of everything. Maybe I can get him to respond to me now. I put the book in my bag, I could read more later but I had to lean the room before anyone came in here.