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Hopelessness Screaming. Constant screaming. It's so loud and goes on for so long that you can't stand any more. And it gets louder. More persistent. More unrelenting. Louder and louder and louder until you can't see how to stop it. But you have to stop it. To stop the pain. To stop the hurt. To stop everything * * * "Room 309. Lily Halliwell. She's yours. Quite an interesting case. The notes are all here," he held up the clipboard he was carrying and handed it to Dr. Quinn. "Patricia, I don't need to tell you how important it is not to get involved. Be her friend. But don't make friends." Dr. Quinn nodded. "None of us have been able to get through to her. She refuses to eat; we have to feed her on a saline drip. Sometimes she tries to rip it out. She's too thin; it's quite a shock to many people. But she's not in any immediate danger." He sighed, "It's a sad sad case. Nobody quite knows why she's like this. She's been here since she was sixteen, and refuses to speak to anyone. We thought she needed more specific treatment. Just one person that she can learn to trust and identify with. ...read more.


But if you told me how you felt, then maybe I would be able to help." "I want to go home." "Home?" "With Skye. I need him. He needs me. I want to go home. Please. Just let me go home." An apparent change had come over Lily's face. Anxiety. She looked like a five year old who couldn't find her parents in a supermarket. "I just want to go home." This was the first time Dr. Quinn had heard Lily talk about something that could be considered as 'normal'. Lily continued talking about her life. Her family. Her boyfriend. Her job. Looking into Lily's brown eyes, she could see positive emotion for the first time. Hope. And as long as she had hope, that was the best cure for her. Lily had been through so much, and yet so little for a nineteen year old girl. Was it really fair to deprive her of more of the new experiences she should be facing? She made a solemn resolve to herself that if she did nothing else, she would help Lily get through this. Give her the life she deserved. A second chance. She had faith in Lily. She could get though this. She would get through this. ...read more.


It's as if I have barbed wire surrounding me, and with every movement I make, it digs deeper into my skin. Cutting into my flesh. Deeper and deeper, until I can't move. I can't think. I can't breathe. And the pain just gets worse. It won't go away. I need to make it go away. I never meant for any of this to happen. I didn't realise it had got so bad. Then I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. And for the first time I saw my true self. I saw what other people see. I saw an empty, hollow shell of a person. And I was disgusted. Repelled. Full of loathing. Don't mourn for me. Mourn for those killed in war. Mourn for those desperately trying to cling on for just a few more seconds. Mourn for those who don't get a chance. But don't mourn for me. I don't need your pity. I look back at my life, at all that's happened to me, and I think 'Why did all this have to happen to me? Why not to somebody else?' The problem is, we're all 'somebody else' to somebody else. I'm sorry. I know you always tried to help me. But it's too late. It's gone on for too long. It'll never stop. That's why I have to do this. To stop the pain. To stop the hurt. To stop everything. ...read more.

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