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

Started May 04, 2018 by Deleted user

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"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

//right. Where is everyone else?

//kewl. See u tm i gtg rn

"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.

"Oh." Tod frowns. "Sorry." He wonders if there was any trauma involved in her younger life…not wanting to be rude, he changes the subject. "Do you want to try to look through these small offices?" He gestures to the short hallway, lined with doors that look like they'd lead to small, cubicle-like offices.

"I think it would be a good idea." Holly said.

"Okay." Tod looks around to make sure no one is watching, then presses his ear close to the first office door; nothing. He slowly turns the handle and opens the door. He flicks the light on. It is a small, slightly untidy office. A bag of probably stale chips sits on its side on the desk next to a cold cup of coffee. Papers are also strewn across the surface of the desk, spilling from fat, manila folders, some marked 'CONFIDENTIAL.'

"Cheesy," Tod whispers, before picking one up and opening it.

"Ohhh, let me see that."

Tod raises his eyebrows, but he hands her the folder. Sure, he feels guilt about digging through stuff that they shouldn't be looking at, that they could go to prison for perusing through, but hey, he never claimed to be a saint. What movie is that from again? He thinks distractedly as he opens another folder.

"Plans, Earth evacuation."

"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."

"But I can't," Camie whispered. An image of Gabriella flashed through her mind and she cringed away from the happiness. (Gabriella: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/355995545529578504/)

Tod chuckles, but when he registers Holly's serious tone, his brow furrows. "What?" He goes to stand by her, looking at the impossible documents in her hands. "You can't be serious."

"Look, you thick headed dolt!"

Tod ignores Holly's name-calling and looks closer at the top paper. It all looks legit. If this is a prank….he shakes his head. The paper is similar to a supply report. Only instead of multiple countries being the places to and from, there are Earth and Space in the blanks. "This is a fuel supply plan." He says suddenly, remembering the term.

"Yes, yes, yes. Now you see it?"

"But…" Tod shakes his head. "This is…" He rubs at the back of his neck. "This is…how? Why?"

"It's okay if you can't right now, you will get stronger eventually." Angela nodded, determined to make her feel better. "Nothing lasts forever."