Camber POV
"You're being discharged today, you happy about that?" The nurse looks from my chart to me, an eyebrow raised. It's been a day since the nightmare, and two since the Thanksgiving catastrophe.
Shrugging my shoulders, I sink into my pillows. After the social worker had gotten the information he had needed, he left, and the doctor told us that I got to stay with Carol.
At least for now.
"Well, everything looks good, young lady, and Dr. Taylors would like to speak with you again before you leave." With a friendly smile, she leaves the room. I like her, she was nice and not pressing. Sitting up straight, I wait for Dr. Taylors.
Just five minutes later, and I see him coming in, an expressionless look on his face. Grabbing my notepad, I get ready for questions that he's bound to ask, and prepare myself for the worst.
"Hello Camber." Sitting on the edge of my bed, he makes sure he isn't touching me. That's the last we need at the moment.
Hi Dr. Taylors..what are you still doing here? I would've figured that he would leave after he got everything settled with the social worker yesterday. I guess not.
"I wanted to talk to you alone, Camber. When you were calmed down." He seems somber, which worries me slightly. I've never seen him like this before.
"I'm sad to know that you aren't getting better Camber. I want you to get better. I felt our therapy session helped you a lot for a while, and we want progression, not regression. So, I'm here to offer you a spot at my resort. The resort is for people with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Mutism, and Social Phobias. There are daily sessions, and therapy, but also free time, and time for you to meet people like you, to let you know that you aren't alone. I know you may be thinking of this like a mental hospital, like a bad thing, but I promise you Camber, it isn't. So many people leave, and get better from this resort, so many people love it. It's also targeted towards adolescents like yourself, which is great. We have the largest success rate for this in the world." He smiles reassuringly at me, and I actually consider it. I want to get better. For him. For Josh.
He sees the contemplation on my face, I guess, because he continues. "The resort is in Pennsylvania, not far from my main office. If you do decide to go, I would be your personal therapist, and request only the best for you, my dear. You're a special case."
Special? I didn't know what he meant by special. Coming from a therapist, that could very well be a bad thing.
"Yes, special. Considering the severity, your living situation, and your prior circumstances. Due to that, you're considered special. On a side note, please don't let that fact keep you from coming to the resort. You won't be treated any differently Camber, I'll make sure of it." Dr. Taylors takes a deep breath, and holds it, waiting for my written answer.
I'll think about it....what about cost? The cost of this resort could be the answer to everything. If we can't afford it, then I definitely can't go. And from the sounds of it, that will be what happens.
He reads my reply, and seems unfazed. He must've already thought about this. "For you, we can make an exception. It'd be free."
That sounds pretty good. But still, no matter what's going on in my life right now, I just can't uproot, and temporarily move across the country. It's be too much on Carol.
I can't. Not right now at least. I'm sorry. The words come hesitantly, because honestly, I really want to, but it's an awful time to do so.
"It's okay. No need to apologize my dear. At least keep it in mind. I have to get going now, before I miss my flight out of town. I've already given the papers for the resort to Jerry, so it'll still be an option." With one last smile, and a wave, he leaves the room.
Sighing, I lay back down, and try to catch a few more hours of sleep.
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"You awake?" I open my eyes, to see him standing over me. The smile appears on my face before I can control it. I haven't seen him in nearly three days, and I've missed him.
Nodding, he smiles back at me, and for a second, I feel his eyes move to my lips, then back to my eyes within seconds.
Weird.
Shaking it off, I sit up, and glance at the clock on the wall. Five p.m. Feeling refreshed, and thankful for no nightmares this time, I sit up, and wipe the sleep away from my eyes.
"Good. Well, you might want to get dressed in some real clothes, because you're being discharged in a few minutes." Setting a pile of clothes on my bed, he turns on his heels, and leaves, without another word, or glance back.
Well, that was quick, I didn't expect him to be that short with me.
Standing up and stretching, I here nearly all the bones in my back crack, and it feels so incredibly good. Not standing for a couple days does have its side affects.
Curious to what clothes he brought, I go through them. An Adventure Time graphic tee, ripped black skinnies, plaid DC slippers, and a solid black hoodie.
Awesome.
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"Cammie!!!" As soon as I open the front door, I hear her voice.
Ivori.
I haven't seen her in nearly a month, and I find it strange that she's here, in the living room. I thought she didn't want Carol and Jerry to know we were friends.
"What are you doing here?" Josh snaps at her from behind me. I glance at him, and he has an annoyed expression on his face.
"I'm here to see my friend, Camber of course." Ivori replies a smile on her face, although she's talked through clenched teeth. What's the beef with them?
"Friend? Hah, okay." His voice is laced with venom, and I turn around, and cut my eyes at him. I don't know what his problem is, but he needs to chill.
"I'll be upstairs." I hear him stomp up every stair, then the bedroom door slam shut behind him.
Dang.
Angry much?
"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Ivori comments, then turns to me once again. "So, Cam, how are you?"
Here we go again.
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She eventually has to go, after I tell (write) her everything, every little detail. It's gone dark outside, and all I want to do is sleep.
When I get to our room, I notice Josh asleep on his bed, ear buds in, looking adorable as ever. Smiling to myself, I go to my own bed, to find a note sitting on it.
Opening it, I read each word:
Did you enjoy my little visit in the hospital?
Thought it was a nightmare, but it wasn't.
You're mine.
You will pay.
Your family will pay, for you getting away.
YOU ARE READING
Silently Screaming
Novela Juvenil"So that brings me back to the dream. I was there again, but this time, I was him. Beating some little kid, wasted out of my mind. I think the dream has to do with when I came home from that party, drunk. It scared the hell out of me, Camber. I don'...
