-- this song saved my life (Sean)

[Eve Moreno]

_{SOMETIMES IT FEELS LIKE NOBODY GETS ME}

( Trapped in a world where everyone hates me

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Eve was less then happy with being sent to Reflection Ranch. She did not deserve to be there, even if she needed it more then most of the other people but she was never going to admit that. The first few days were really tough both physically and mentally. She was coming off constant alcohol abuse and some drug use, especially the effects of the overdose. She hadn't opened up at all it was quite the opposite she retreated further into her self closing off and becoming more aggressive. The people here irritated her and the staff annoyed the hell out of her. Not to mention the fact she had been labeled with a 'violent mental illness' which made everyone staff wise approach her with caution like she was going to jump up and rip out their throats...though that thought did sound quite amusing. She wasn't going to enjoy being at Reflection Ranch but she was going to fake it till she was able to leave, or at least try to fake it.

It was a Tuesday and she really didn't want to be social or deal with any of her teachers. She got dressed like she normally would and filled out towards the classes with everyone else but took a little detour and managed to sneak in to the bathroom. The bell rang and the sound in the Hallway died down. She sat there for a good half hour before peeking her head out. She saw the guard that was standing by the door start to walk down to the other end of the hall with his back turned to her. She was quiet when she pushed the door open and she closed it as quiet as possible. She looked around and didn't really see any more security or staff. The air out was nice and the sun light tickled her pale skin. She found a big tree where she could easily hide behind the trunk. She didn't rush walking over to it and when she got there she dropped her bag and sat down with a sigh. She had to admit that the area was really nice. She could see the horses from where she was sitting and it made her smile a bit because she had a really soft spot from animals. She wouldn't admit it but seeing the horses made her feel a little better, maybe she would get to ride one?

She folded her arms and started to enjoy the feeling of the sun on her skin. She closed her eyes and must have dosed off because the next thing she remembered was some security guy yelling at her. Apparently it was noticed that she wasn't in class and on top of that she was late for her first therapy session. Great way to make a first impression. She would have been fine if they asked her nicely to stand up but instead they felt the need to grab her and pull her up which did not settle well with her. It was in her nature to fight back when someone in a higher level of authority tried to make her do something she didn't want to do, so she fought. She clearly didn't win and got a nice little cut on her cheek from it all. She used her sleeve to wipe the blood away while she was being physically dragged to the therapists office. At least it wasn't the headmasters office. She struggled on the way there but the security guys were tall and she had to assume they were probably on steroids or something. She was led into the office and shoved in to a chair. She clenched the arm rests wanting to jump up and rip their throats out but she just tensed up instead and fixed her self a little.
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WORDS! 638
STATUS! complete
NOTES! rawr
TAGS! Sean Webber
INSPIRATION! Simple Plan - This song saved my life
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
PICTURE CREDIT!

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[Dr. Sean Webber]

living is easy with eyes closed

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Sean had had a good morning. Perhaps he had just woken up on the right side of the bed. The weather was nice; the sun was shining and warming his skin and a slight breeze kept the temperature cool. He had even found himself humming on his walk to the ranch. He tried not to think that it might be because of a certain woman he had met the other night. But despite his efforts, she did creep into his mind a few times as he made himself a cup of coffee in the office and sat at his desk sipping it and reading a draft of the DSM-5. He pushed her out when it came time for his first patient of the day. The session went quite well, boosting Sean's mood even further. He glanced at the file of the next patient. Eve Moreno; violent mental illness. He raised his eyebrows. Bring it on, he thought. Everything was going well so far today; he felt like he could handle anything.

When Eve Moreno was dragged into his office practically kicking and screaming, however, he felt a little differently. She looked like she was fuming. Her arms were folded and her muscles tense as she shrunk into her large, cushioned chair. Everything about her body language said fuck you. She had a fresh scratch on his cheek that was still bleeding. Sean looked up at the security guard who had thrust Eve into the chair, unsure of how to react. The man barely acknowledged him before walking out, nearly slamming the door behind him. Sean listened for receding footsteps but heard none. It gave him some comfort to know that the man was waiting right outside the door, but he also felt guilty for this comfort. He hadn't even spoken to Eve yet and he was already judging her!

Perhaps it was fair to be cautious, but Sean worked hard to keep his facial expression neutral as he turned to face the young woman sulking in her chair, glaring at him. "Morning," he said. "I'm Dr. Webber." He watched her wipe her cheek with her sleeve. "Um, want a band-aid or something for that?" he suggested tentatively.

He sat himself on his sofa, stretching out his legs and folding one ankle over the other. He picked up a notepad. "Would you mind if I kept notes?" he asked. He liked to jot down something every now and then during a session, but he always refrained if it made a patient uncomfortable. He didn't mind not keeping notes, but it was nice to be able to reference them later. "So, Eve," he said slowly. Usually, he liked to have the patients lead the sessions themselves, talking about whatever they wanted to talk about. He didn't like to push anything from them. But it seemed that this girl wasn't going to be particularly wiling to open herself up immediately. Sean guessed it would take a little cajoling. "Would you like to tell me about yourself?"

tag eve!
words 523
lyrics strawberry fields forever - the beatles
credit a girl with kaleidoscope eyes @ caution 2.0
notes sorry, it's not the greatest quality. But it's done! :]

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