Truth

Therapy

June 2011

St Augustine's General Hospital
Florida

"We have a sucicide attempt coming in female aged 13, overdosed on anxiety medication. A note was found stating that she was ready to meet Jesus."

"What's the name?"

" Jaiah Summers"

"Summers as in Michael Summers; the guy who came in here last week clearly having a Flacka episode?"

"It would appear so"

"My goodness- how this family manages to keep it together I have no idea"

Jai sat in the counselors office; the starkly white wall making her stomach churn. There were other colours as well such as pink and grey but her eyes were fixated on that white wall.

It wasn't her first rodeo with counselling; she tried to take her life multiple times as a teen up until she turned 18 and moved out to attend the University of Florida after she gained a full scholarship which transferred her from St. Luke's Community College.

She was a pretty nice and normal girl they all had said. She just needed a little more confidence in herself. She knew that they were trying to be encouraging but it had caused her to grossly under estimate her depression.

It was this underestimation which currently had her in rehab.

She glanced over at Chris who gave her hand a tight squeeze. If it wasn't for him finding her in her nest of a bedroom attempting to swallow a whole set of sleeping pills- she'd be dead.

The irony being that he had been very hungover as his vice switched from drugs to drinking. Somewhere in between his pounding headache and his intuition he found her. And smacked the vile of pills out of her hand and mouth.

She had attempted to fight back eagerly anticipating her escape from this world which had been cruelly taken away. He still sported a scratch on his hand and she sported a bruise on her forehead- but that was from her butting him.

She had tried to bite him too, but his grip was firm as he carried her from her apartment to his mansion. She remembered how hard he tried to keep an eye on her while she snuck into his bathroom to find more pills. She was in luck a fresh batch of bipolar medication just waiting to be swallowed. This time she was successful in the swallow- but only of half.

Before he kicked the door down, she remembered how heavy her body felt in comparison to how out of touch she felt with reality. She could also remember how he howled in pain and frustration as he gripped her limp body.

He had wanted to spare her the media circus - but he knew that more important than that was her life.

The nurses didn't know what to make of it when he called. They thought of calling the police thinking that maybe he was lying and had actually attempted to kill her; that was until they took a look at the medical database and found that she had attempted suicide 19 times in the past seven years.

" You know the last time this negro called he was the one that almost killed that girl- never thought I'd see the day where he'd be saving a life."

Call it God but he had had the foresight to give her charcoal to allow her to vomit up some of the pills during her moments of clarity.  He also gave her water and changed her clothes.

By the time the ambulance arrived she was in critical but stable condition. Chris was in shambles the tears rolling down his face.

"I-I did everything I could to keep her alive i-is she going to be okay?"

The paramedics were stunned by the level of care shown. He'd packed her an overnight bag, gave them details as to the medication she swallowed.

Medication that had been adjusted for him because the other ones weren't working as well. The man was finally taking his medication.

This was not their first rodeo at his home; in fact they had been there plenty of times after his sucicide attempts.

At first they had assumed that he was just seeking attention or being more of an asshole than he already was for hitting their beloved Rihanna. But as it became more frequent they realized that he genuinely didn't want to live anymore.

It had hit a nerve especially given how young he still was. The paramedics and hospital staff had slowly begun to treat him with more compassion as they realized just how troubled he truly was.

Of course some staff stuck to their biased viewpoints; but most nurses , doctors and other hospital staff members held the concencous that Christopher Brown was a genuinely kind and loving person who had been vilified to the point where he didn't see himself as deserving of life.

In that way he knew just how to help this very troubled young woman who lay on a cot in the abmulance barely maintaining conciousness.

But they both needed serious mental assistance

"Chris we want to thank you for your quick thinking, look we need you to stay strong for her. Can't have the both of you breaking down on us at the same time."

He had sheepishly nooded his head as he attempted and failed to restrain the tears of frustration. How could he not see just how much Jai had been struggling- how could he had left her to almost die.

Getting him to leave her bedside had been impossible. He put his music and everything else on hold to be with Jai.

The tabloids really didn't know what to make of it all. Some insinuating that he had driven her to her sucicide attempt by subtly controlling and manipulative tactics- others using it to show just how much he had grown up and changed in the past ten years.

The fans outpoured so much love to Jai some of them saying that the hospital was wrong for allowing that abuser to visit her. Fans with receipts shut down the assumptions that Chris was a bad influence by pointing out that had he not called the hospital she would be dead.

The blogosphere was in shambles how could the woman beater also be the savior. How could he have been the one to take care of her and get her through this tough time when he had harmed women before. The whole debacle had opened up much dialogue about men who have or had abused women. Allowing for many people to see the uncomfortable shades of grey which did exist.

It was he who arranged for her to go-to rehab in a secluded location. Chris had decided to take control and take care of his girl.

Jai wasn't going to breakdown like that again on his watch. Little did he know that his management saw it fitting to send him to rehab too.

In the neighboring facility for males; some called it strategy - others called it God.

"Miss Summers" said the shrill voiced assistant.

"The doctor will see you now"