How To Save A Life
OOC This Way!
Step one, you say "We need to talk,"
He walks, you say "Sit down it's just a talk,"
He smiles politely back at you,
You stare politely right on through,
Some sort of window to your right,
As he goes left, and you stay right,
Between the lines of fear and blame,
You begin to wonder why you came,
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend,
Somewhere along in the bitterness,
And I would have stayed up with you all night,
Had I known
How to save a life ...
Lyrics taken from / RP inspired by The Fray's How To Save A Life
Everyone has their problems. It's a fact of life. We all have them, and everyone's are different. Some are minor, everyday problems. Some are a lot more serious. And some people just can't cope. They feel trapped, don't know what to do, don't know where to turn. Some take serious action. It doesn't always end well.
That's why this place was set up. This is somewhere where anyone who needs help can get it. Or, that's the plan, anyway. It's not open to the public yet. Right now, it's still on it's test drive. Their trying to make sure their staff are up to par, and are giving them a taste of what's to come.
Teenagers. Possibly the most troubled people in the world. And that's just the normal ones. All the ones with more problems than usual are sent here for help. But the question is, can they be helped? Can people get through to them, and get them through their problems? And, the question everyone is asking, do these people really know how to save a life?
* * * * *
The world flashed by, watched through the window of the car by a single pair of light blue, almost grey, eyes. She was getting closer to her location, and with every part of her, she wished she was home in Belfast, not shipped halfway across the world to get help. When had she last seen her family? Three days ago. She never thought that she'd miss them so much in that short space of time. She only had a few things to connect her to home, and was glad the family had let her take the laptop, otherwise she'd only be able to talk to them on the phone.
The car was slowing now, and eventually, it rolled to a stop. Gathering up her bags and making sure her MP3 player headphones weren't tanglered up, she stepped out, and looked up at where she'd be staying for a while. They didn't say how long. The guy who had driven her there gave her her suitcase, and she took it wordlessly, even though her arms were already sore from carrying her other bags, which weren't exactly light.
She heard the car start up, and soon the sounds faded. She felt more alone at that time than she ever had. Was it because she had such a hard time making friends and didn't expect to make any here, or because she'd been dragged from Ireland to California with no time to say a proper goodbye to her family and friends? And they were supposed to be helping her.
The building was huge, painted white, with three stories, and it looked a bit like a mansion to her, but she knew that there would be nor luxury inside. She was wondering why she'd even bothered coming. Therapy hadn't helped the last time, did they really expect it to work this time? A sigh escaped the girl, before she started towards the building.
Dropping her suitcase and pulling the door open, she stuck her foot in front of it so it wouldn't close, and picked up her suitcase again, making her way inside. She was the first person there, and someone came forward and took her bags. She allowed them to take her suitcase, and the bags with her books in it but refused to hand over the laptop case, or her guitar. She was shown to a pretty big room with chairs set in it, and then the orderly left her. She felt alone again, just her in the empty hall. Hesitantly, she approached on of the seats and sat down, before taking her guitar from her case. She fiddled with it for a bit, before starting up the tune to Green Day's 'Minority'. It sounded fine at first, but then she started to hesitate during the changes and the tune became messed up, so she just gave up and put the guitar back into it's case. Sighing again, the thirteen year old messed around with her MP3 player for a bit, before changing the song to "Snakes On A Plane (Bring It)" by Cobra Starship, and keeping her eyes focused on the doors, in the hopes someone would walk in so she could talk to them. She was getting bored.
OOC This Way!
Step one, you say "We need to talk,"
He walks, you say "Sit down it's just a talk,"
He smiles politely back at you,
You stare politely right on through,
Some sort of window to your right,
As he goes left, and you stay right,
Between the lines of fear and blame,
You begin to wonder why you came,
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend,
Somewhere along in the bitterness,
And I would have stayed up with you all night,
Had I known
How to save a life ...
Lyrics taken from / RP inspired by The Fray's How To Save A Life
Everyone has their problems. It's a fact of life. We all have them, and everyone's are different. Some are minor, everyday problems. Some are a lot more serious. And some people just can't cope. They feel trapped, don't know what to do, don't know where to turn. Some take serious action. It doesn't always end well.
That's why this place was set up. This is somewhere where anyone who needs help can get it. Or, that's the plan, anyway. It's not open to the public yet. Right now, it's still on it's test drive. Their trying to make sure their staff are up to par, and are giving them a taste of what's to come.
Teenagers. Possibly the most troubled people in the world. And that's just the normal ones. All the ones with more problems than usual are sent here for help. But the question is, can they be helped? Can people get through to them, and get them through their problems? And, the question everyone is asking, do these people really know how to save a life?
* * * * *
The world flashed by, watched through the window of the car by a single pair of light blue, almost grey, eyes. She was getting closer to her location, and with every part of her, she wished she was home in Belfast, not shipped halfway across the world to get help. When had she last seen her family? Three days ago. She never thought that she'd miss them so much in that short space of time. She only had a few things to connect her to home, and was glad the family had let her take the laptop, otherwise she'd only be able to talk to them on the phone.
The car was slowing now, and eventually, it rolled to a stop. Gathering up her bags and making sure her MP3 player headphones weren't tanglered up, she stepped out, and looked up at where she'd be staying for a while. They didn't say how long. The guy who had driven her there gave her her suitcase, and she took it wordlessly, even though her arms were already sore from carrying her other bags, which weren't exactly light.
She heard the car start up, and soon the sounds faded. She felt more alone at that time than she ever had. Was it because she had such a hard time making friends and didn't expect to make any here, or because she'd been dragged from Ireland to California with no time to say a proper goodbye to her family and friends? And they were supposed to be helping her.
The building was huge, painted white, with three stories, and it looked a bit like a mansion to her, but she knew that there would be nor luxury inside. She was wondering why she'd even bothered coming. Therapy hadn't helped the last time, did they really expect it to work this time? A sigh escaped the girl, before she started towards the building.
Dropping her suitcase and pulling the door open, she stuck her foot in front of it so it wouldn't close, and picked up her suitcase again, making her way inside. She was the first person there, and someone came forward and took her bags. She allowed them to take her suitcase, and the bags with her books in it but refused to hand over the laptop case, or her guitar. She was shown to a pretty big room with chairs set in it, and then the orderly left her. She felt alone again, just her in the empty hall. Hesitantly, she approached on of the seats and sat down, before taking her guitar from her case. She fiddled with it for a bit, before starting up the tune to Green Day's 'Minority'. It sounded fine at first, but then she started to hesitate during the changes and the tune became messed up, so she just gave up and put the guitar back into it's case. Sighing again, the thirteen year old messed around with her MP3 player for a bit, before changing the song to "Snakes On A Plane (Bring It)" by Cobra Starship, and keeping her eyes focused on the doors, in the hopes someone would walk in so she could talk to them. She was getting bored.
