Megan Julia Del Rossi
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Not all scars show. Not all wounds heal. Sometimes you cant see the pain someone feels.
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Post by Megan Julia Del Rossi on May 30, 2011 20:38:57 GMT -8
How could one get past something like this? How could anyone ever understand? People said that she should just move on with her life. That it was time to not be so scared anymore. But it was still early on. Shit. The girl was still using damn crutches. But they just did not understand just how very difficult that really was. And they never would...
But Megan was so tired of being to scared to leave the house. She was tired of the nightmares that haunted her, the sleep that she did not receive...Of life in general.
Everyone seemed so worried, so concerned, for the sixteen year old. 'No one will miss you.' Those words had kept replaying in her mind. So, maybe Jack was right. Maybe he should just finish her off. Maybe she should be...No! Megan should not be thinking like that. She shouldn't!
But she could not help it. Just because people acted as though they were worried and concerned...Does not mean that Megan would actually be missed by those so called people if she had met her untimely death that horrid night. Would anyone miss her? Would anyone cry for her? Anyone? Megan just did not know anymore. She did not know anything. All she knew was that Jack was still around. All she knew was that she could not tell...because if she did, it might very well be the last thing she ever did. It might just be the death of her.
Days ago, Megan had made a phone call. She had made herself an appointment. She really did not want to. But what could she do? She had to, needed to, talk to somebody. Somebody who did not know her. But she was also afraid to talk about it. At all. But it seemed to be her only option.
Today once that final bell rang, Megan grabbed her crutches and slowly got to her feet. She took in a deep breathe. She was terrified. But it was something that she needed to do. She didn't pull out her cell until once she was outside of the school building. She then dialed her dad's number and waited. But she only got the voice mail. Swallowing, Megan knew that she did not want to tell her dad the truth. She did not want anyone to know. Not now, at least. Beep. “Uhm-D-dad? I need to stay after school to work on a school project. I just wanted to let you know that I wouldn't be home for a while. I-I d-didn't want you to worry.” And she then quickly hung up.
Megan had slowly made her way to the bus stop and got on. She sat in a seat, alone, and waited for her stop. It didn't take long to get there. She slowly got off of the bus and slowly made her way to the building. She stepped inside and sat down in the waiting room. She looked up at the clock on the wall. It seemed that she was ten minutes early.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2011 4:07:59 GMT -8
"good work everyone. Remember, exam three is coming up, so be prepared," Reshelle told her psychology 101 class as she left the college. The woman would normally go home after her last class. But she wasn't. Instead, she was volunteering her time as a counselor. It wasn't her usual. But Reshelle had heard from an old colleague of hers. And she couldn't help but agree to help out. Reshelle had written books, including one entitled Trauma in Childhood, which she had gotten awards for. And after everything that happened, she knew that they would need her.
Today, she was going to be seeing Megan Del Rossi. Reshelle hadn't talked to her personally, but her secretary had made the appointment. As she walked into the office, she saw that the girl was already waiting "Megan?" she called with a smile. "Hi. I'm Dr. Jenkins. Do you want to come in?"
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Megan Julia Del Rossi
Home-Schooled
Grade 10
Not all scars show. Not all wounds heal. Sometimes you cant see the pain someone feels.
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Post by Megan Julia Del Rossi on May 31, 2011 8:10:27 GMT -8
Megan looked up at the adult and took in a deep breathe. She nodded. "Yeah. Okay." she spoke, softly. This was not going to be easy. But she was absolutely terrified of everything. Of even the slightest noise. And she did not want to be like this for the rest of her life. She had a lot of healing to do. And she very well knew that.
Grabbing her crutches, Megan slowly got to her feet and followed Dr. Jenkins into the office. She looked around, feeling her heart beating faster. She was nervous. She was scared to be talking to someone whom she did not know. Why she did not want anyone knowing where she would really be...she was not quite sure. She was scared, and she did not want to admit that she really did need help. That her family couldn't save her anymore. Not from this.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2011 23:18:44 GMT -8
Reshelle sat down in her chair and picked up her pad, setting it in her lap. "Do you like candy?" she asked, picking up a bowl of mixed candies "take as much as you want." she said, holding it out for her. "Do you know what patient-doctor confidentiality is? I need to make sure you understand it before we begin"
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Megan Julia Del Rossi
Home-Schooled
Grade 10
Not all scars show. Not all wounds heal. Sometimes you cant see the pain someone feels.
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Post by Megan Julia Del Rossi on Sept 22, 2011 0:35:06 GMT -8
Megan hated being here. And she was not even being forced to come. But she was so sick of living in fear. Maybe if she tried to get some help then it would help her in the long run. Maybe...Just maybe. But then again, maybe it won't. Maybe nothing could help her now. Maybe she was a hopeless cause. Maybe she would be dead before the school year started.
Patient-Doctor confidentiality. Megan nodded. "Yes, ma'am. I know what that is." Why did she do this again. This was definetely a bad idea. And she just wanted it to be over already. What if someone found out? What if her family found out? She would die.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2011 0:59:38 GMT -8
Reshelle smiled. ''ok then. Do you mind if I record our session? it's just for my notes.'' usually, she wouldn't ask. But Megan was a kid. The last thing Reshelle needed was a lawsuit because she didnt .
Taking off her jacket, she nodded. ''make yourself comfortable. Want some candy?'' they all liked her candy. She was certain it was what brought some of them back. So why not offer?
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Megan Julia Del Rossi
Home-Schooled
Grade 10
Not all scars show. Not all wounds heal. Sometimes you cant see the pain someone feels.
Posts: 2,454
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Post by Megan Julia Del Rossi on Apr 3, 2012 18:34:27 GMT -8
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OUTFIT ! MEGAN'S OUTFIT
Megan shook her head. “N-no. I-I don't mind.” She couldn't help it. She couldn't help being scared, always being scared. It was who she was now. And it was worse than ever before. “And n-no thank you. Not hungry.” She was never hungry anymore. She was hardly eating. Her weight was dropping drastically. She wasn't like all of those anorexic girls, starving themselves on purpose because they believe themselves to be fat. Ever since being attacked by the boy she'd believed to be the love of her life, she had just completely lost her appetite. Right now, her weight had dropped down to 99 lbs. Before being attacked, back when she felt happy when she was in love and with Jack, Megan had weighed 131 lbs. Now she was just skin and bones. But did anybody notice? Did her siblings notice? Did her parents notice? She highly doubted it. And she didn't blame them. She was a loser. She was pathetic. She was a complete and total screw-up.
Swallowing hard, Megan looked down at her hands in her lap. Then she glanced at the crutches leaning beside her chair. “H-how does this work?” she asked in a whisper. “I mean-” She looked up, biting her lip. “What do we do?”
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TAGS ! Reshelle
CREDIT ! lyrics from "S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W" by my chemical romance, template by zee (i.e., FLUNK IS A FOUR LETTER WORD of caution)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2012 11:50:52 GMT -8
This wasn't Reshelle's thing, not anymore. She hadn't actually met with clients in years. She taught psychology at the university. She loved it, especially when she met a really bright kid. Several years back, she taught this incredibly brilliant young man, Chance Del Rossi. Del Rossi...Reshelle looked at the sheet. Same last name. This wouldn't be his sister, would it? She wasn't sure. But, Del Rossi wasn't that common of a name. It made her curious. But, she wouldn't ask. Instead she focused on the girl. Fifteen years old. A year younger than her daughter, Roxanne. She had a hard enough time getting her daughter to talk, and now she was talking to stranger's kids. Odd how things worked out.
But, she had asked how it worked. Clearing her throat, Reshelle leaned back. "Well, it varies from session to session. Sometimes, I'll have an activity or a game in mind. Other times, I'll ask you to draw something. And other times, we'll just talk. About anything at all. You pick a topic, and we'll just carry on a conversation like we've known each other for years." she smiled and nodded to her. "I like to think of this room as a safety zone. As long as you're in here, you don't have to be afraid of the world. You can let go, get away. And there's only one thing that, by law, I have to tell. And that's if you plan to harm someone. But, you look like a sweet kid. I doubt that will ever come up" she smiled as she pressed record. "So, why don't you start by just telling me a little about yourself? What are your hobbies, your interests? What do you want to do when you're out of high school? Your dreams, your ambitions?" |
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Megan Julia Del Rossi
Home-Schooled
Grade 10
Not all scars show. Not all wounds heal. Sometimes you cant see the pain someone feels.
Posts: 2,454
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Post by Megan Julia Del Rossi on Mar 12, 2013 18:28:17 GMT -8
 Hobbies? Interests? Dreams? Ambitions? This was something you often talked about with friends. Not strangers. Why would strangers care about people they did not know. No, it was more than that. Megan was sure that even people she did know did not even care about her. Her life was fucked up, a complete mess. “Interests? Dreams?” She used to have a lot of them. But things had changed. She had changed. She was no longer the same girl anymore. Megan had been replaced with a terrified little girl who just wanted to hide in her room. She just shook her head. “Megan use to have a lot of dreams and ambitions. She was a sweet girl who loved playing guitar, who loved school. She was a girl who wanted to be just like her father, a lawyer. But they broke her. Those people broke her, damaged her… beyond repair.”
Tears begin filling her eyes as she looked away, trying to hide her pain. “She was replaced… with a girl that looked like Megan. Megan was replaced by me. I’m not her anymore. They killed her.” She whimpered, looking back at Reshelle. “I’m empty inside. I don’t have those same interests now. And my dream? MY ambition? What I wish…. Is that the Sniper had killed me. Being dead is better than feeling the way that I do.” This was the most she had talked about it since it had happened. Maybe because it was easier talking to someone you don’t know rather than to your own family.
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