forum It's not what you think it is ( IS HELLA OPEN!)

Started May 04, 2018 by Deleted user

tune

//have to go rn

(Okay; catch you later.)

Tod nods. After a moment, "Do you like space?" Wow.

"Yes, I do." She said. "You know the key strategic weakness of the human race?"

Tod gives it a shot. "The fear of being judged?"

"The dead outnumber the living."

Tod shrugs. "Anything that exists relates to that. Time past is longer than the minutes that aren't made yet."

"But what if the dead were turned into weapons?"

"That'd be unfair." Tod replies. "For both the dead, and whoever you were fighting."

"But the dead don't remember. And viscous things will do anything for power."

(*Vicious)

"That'd be cruel." After a moment Tod shakes his head. "So, what TV show brought these questions on, or do you normally ponder the means that villains will destroy humanity with?"

"The latter one. I ponder a lot."

For some reason Holly's answer makes Tod smile. "That could be really harmful to mental health." He hopes she knows he's not entirely serious.

"Hey, I'll admit it, I have been in a psych ward."

(I'm off to eat supper; I'll probably be back later.)
Tod raises his eyebrows in surprise. "Serious? How old are you again?"

"A teen. It was…. I attempted suicide. I was there for a year, but my dad needed me….." She sniffed, holding back tears.

"And then the hallucinations. The nightmares. Sammy helped me with those. My therapist." She said, thinking back to the time when she threw her medication for the dreams at the man's head.

"I'm Angela." She replied gently, remembering the steps to comfort a fragile person her dad taught her.
Step one; openly reassure them that it's okay to share, without force. She could practically hear his voice.
"Do you, want to talk about this?" Angela added nervously, she didn't want to mess this up.
"Only if you want."

"It's just that… I've always found it hard to make friends. Here is obviously not different." She widened her eyes. "I didn't mean it like that. You're really nice."

Angela chuckled quietly. "I have trouble making friends too." She nodded. "I don't really have any at or out of school. But, I don't mind it." She cleared her throat.
"At first it was really hard to accept. But eventually, I found out that, that's the person I am, and I shouldn't force myself to make friends."

"The thing is…" Camie but her lip. She was in a bathroom at NASA telling her story to a girl who just happened to walk in on her crying. It wasn't logical. Screw logical, she thought. She took a breath. "So, here's my sob story," she began. "Ever since I was little, I've suffered from bipolar depression. My life has just been hills and valleys. My dad left me and my mom after my mom got pregnant with my little sister, Gabriella. Gabriella… was… I… We were playing in the driveway one day and a big navy van swooped in and snatched her. It happened so quick put, but I'll never forget the last expression I ever saw on her face. I ran after them but it was no use. My depression should've got worse. My mother was afraid that I'd go crazy, but I didn't. I was emotionless. The day my sister was taken was the day I swore to live for her. I'm not doing a very good job," she added bitterly.

"Oh," Angela said quietly, her eyes struggling to meet Camie's. "I think you've done a good job."
Her eyebrows furrowed and she nodded. "You're still breathing, your heart is beating." Angela straightened her back.
"The reason I think you're feeling like this;" She cleared her throat.
"I think you're still living in your past. You have all this weight on your shoulders; your family, your memories, your demons. I think that you need to just, somehow, let that all go.
It probably sounds confusing, but I think you need to, distance yourself from the things that bother you. Take control of your pride."

//okay so where is Matt