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"Right I’m going to have to take you to Mr. Hanagen to get you checked." Lucy had shaken her head in disapproval. "It is just to make sure you are ok. Would you like your boyfriend to come too?" Lucy reacted straight away. "He's not my boyfriend! I mean I have nothing against it but he isn't." Lucy was shocked at the nurse’s assumption. "Well is he coming?" She replied with a bit of embarrassment. "Yeah, I suppose. If you want to." She turned to Anthony.
Lucy begun to drink her water as the nurse rubbed her back to comfit her. Lucy was a lot better now since the voices had gone. Her dreams from the past few years had come true and there was no moans and yells in her head.
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"I'll come along. She's supposed to be in my care," he tried not to sound sarcastic at the last remark, but only barely succeeded.
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"Lucy, what are you going here?" Mr. Hanagen asked her. "Lucy has had an accident in the lunch room. Some sort of panic attack." The nurse explained the situation to him carefully. "Sit down Lucy." he sat as he invited her to do the same. "Anthony would you please pass me the book over there called The Mind and More?" He pointed towards the book he had been reading earlier. "First of all, Lucy is you ok now?" He inquired. "Yes I’m fine. The voices are gone too! I've waited so long for this." The therapist sighed as she mentioned that she had waited to get rid of the voices.
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When asked to find a certain book, he walked over and found it on his desk, giving it a glance before handing it to Mr. Hanagen.
"Here you go," he said, curious as to what the therapist was going to do with it.
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"I am afraid they can not be here when I tell you this information. You will be able to join them when we are done. I will not be long." The nurse walked towards the door as he explained the need for their absence.
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Leaning against the wall outside, he wondered if he just ought to leave - do something else for a while. It wasn't as if they needed him in there, though he might be needed to talk to Lucy afterwards if the therapist was planning to explain the situation for her. Anthony sighed, knocking the back of his head into the wall behind him. Why me, he complained mentally.
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Lucy had just taken in so much information that she almost couldn't believe it. "So, Anthony?" The question was cut short by her therapist. "Yes, he too has a power." Lucy really was surprised by this information. "Can I go and think about it? I mean it's a lot to take in." Lucy asked. "Yes you may leave." Mr. Hanagen signalled towards the door. Lucy raced towards the door and flung it open. "Anthony?" Lucy had a puzzled face as she gazed towards him.
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"Boring," he noted lowly, shifting on his position, leaned against the wall opposite to the door, staring at his feet to see if they had anything more interesting to offer. The door flew open to reveal Lucy's face. She looked slightly distressed and confused, but as Anthony had no way of knowing what she'd been told he only looked up from the floor at the mention of his name.
"Hey," he said. "You feeling better?"
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The voices were back in her head as she was warned this did not faze her. The voices were quiet but slowly gaining in noise levels. Many different tones but she could make out certain phrases better than she had previously been able too. "Stupid powers..." She heard more, "Lucy could of been so much better. If only this hadn't happened to..." This was the therapist’s voice. Her 'power' was now clearer to her and it was easier to understand the prospect of being different.
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"And why should it be my responsibility?" he asked, a bit more hotly than he'd intended. "Why should have to be the one to suddenly change your life after what you tried to do? Huh? Do you think it's any easier for anyone else here? And even if it for some reason had to be down to me, what the hell would I say? 'Sorry, love, your whole life has been a lie and you most likely have to spend the rest of it lying your arse off if you want to survive, cheerio'?"
He stopped himself from going further, leaning against the wall again as he tried to become calm, staring at his shoes as he'd done before Lucy came back. "You're not some kind of special snowflake, the world just sucks."
With this, he pushed away from the wall and made his way down the hallway with quick and long steps. His plan had originally been to slow down as soon as he rounded the corner, but when he did, he suddenly found himself staring at his bedroom wall.
"I suppose it's not the worst time for a power to kick in," he muttered, rubbing his eyes as he sat down on the bed.
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No one was there in her time of need. No one was there to comfit her and to help her. Not even the therapist who seemed to be oblivious to her sorrow. She felt so alone in her own world of pain. As she was alone the voices seemed louder as they filled her head with words. "Why?" was a common word as the hospital was full of people wondering why they were not just normal. Lucy understood the pain everyone was going through now. "What is going..." Lucy wanted to know exactly this, what was going on?
Lucy had now stopped crying, only because there was no tears left. In such a short space of time she had cried more than ever. This was a dark time.
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Anthony wasn't going back to apologize. No siree.
Still seated on his bed, he watched the door of his room as if he was hoping for it to spontaneously combust. Sometimes he wondered why, with his destructive nature, he'd been gifted the power of teleportation instead of something like fire control or telekinesis. It would have been easier to express anger that way.
Even so, he had other means. He snuck his hand beneath his bed, fishing out a bottle of vodka he'd managed to sneak along during his last outing. True, this would be the second night in a row, but his mind had taken worse things. A small pill glass made a makeshift shot, and though he was void of lime, it would have to do.
"Cheers," he muttered.
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"Anthony?" She ran around another corner as she continued to search for him. She looked around every corner she passed as she walked towards the lunch hall. Not stopping to apologise to the people that she bumped into on her way. As she stood outside the hall the voices bellowed in her ear. She decided that to go in was not the best idea that she had come up with so she spun round and lead herself out of the building. She ran towards the ornate fountain she had remembered from before. The fountain no longer seemed sweet and instead it filed her head with the feeling of sadness. Tears seemed to be chased out of her eyes by the water from the fountain. She sat on the rim and continued to display her sorrow.
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"For you to get your head out of your arse and apologize," a familiar voice said, albeit rather crudely.
"You're not the boss of me," Anthony mumbled childishly. There was a sound, a lot like a hum, from the other side of the door, indicating that the man wholeheartedly disagreed.
"I gave you this mission in the faith that you would do your best to follow through, Mr. Whittaker," said the man. "I would hate to be disappointed. Now go and apologize." Steps leading away from the door slowly faded as the person made his way down the hall. Sighing, Anthony hid the remains of his bottle beneath the bed again, staggering outside. Inhaling deeply, he put on his best sober walk, and spent a good fifteen minutes searching before he found Lucy by the fountain.
Putting his hands in his pockets, the boy hesitated, though he walked forward. "I'm sorry." He said, only with a slight slur. "I shouldn't 'ave yelled."
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She looked up towards Anthony, almost blinded by the sun that was behind him, before she quickly looked back down to her feet. Why was it so hard for her to just be normal? Then it struck her. If Anthony had a power, than what was it? This however did not seem to important right now as she was focusing on what she had just been told. It was her life not his that she should be worried about.
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"It's not as if they really teach us how to deal with this at school," he answered, even if he supposed Lucy was asking a rhetorical question. "And to be honest, you've been taking this a good deal better than most. Guy I knew called Andrew had the power to control fire, burned down the activity room when he realized why he was really here," Anthony giggled again. "That was a fun day."
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"If you are then..." She had absolutely no idea how to finish the sentence. She did not force the clause out of her mouth. She really hoped that he hadn't been drinking.
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"A bit of vodka, nothing major. Wish I had some lime to go with it, but nothing's perfect."
He sighed, as the laughter had died, and looked up towards the sun again, despite the pain as the light blinded him. He wasn't sure how long had passed since he'd retreated to his own room, but it a certainly been a few hours since he and Lucy had taken their first walk through the garden.
"Well, we should certainly find some way for you to 'unwind', if you ask me," Anthony declared. "If not, you'll go insane."
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His vodka must have been strong. He was pretty hammered at the time. Maybe he just drunk the whole bottle, seemed that way. She hoped that she could be in a happy place just like he was and just forget about all she had just been told.
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Anthony shook his head to clear his mind, rubbing his palms together. His mind congratulated him on an adult and reasonable decision, and he mentally vowed to stick by it. Lucy had many troubles, but there was no need to drag her down into his own misery - after all, she wasn't as near the edge of a complete breakdown as he found himself to be. There was still hope.
"Besides, there has to be better ways to get your minds off of things than turning you into an alcoholic. Like, chess or something, I don't know."
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The voices continued but were not really important to her right now. This was her time with Anthony and her chance to get at some Vodka. She looked back over to him as she wondered what his answer would be.
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"I feel like a shellfish." he mumbled.
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