Please Allow Me To Introduce Myself (OPEN)

[carmen]

Sitting in a chair in her office, Carmen looked over the file of her next patient. On a small table she'd set between her chair and the small couch for patients, there sat a tray. The tray held a pot of tea, two cups, along with honey and sugar. The soothing scent of chamomile tea wafted through the office, giving it a calming feel. Coupled with the paintings of ocean scenes that she'd put up on the walls, her office completed it's purpose. One could sit in it, and feel calm, and relax. When she'd worked in Seattle, her patients had been calmed by the relaxed atmosphere that Carmen's office held. It was never pretentious, never judgmental. It was a place of help, a place of healing.

Chewing on the end of her pen, she wondered when the patient would arrive. They had time, as their appointment didn't start for another ten minutes, but she wondered if they would be early. She always liked it when patients were early. It was often a good sign, for things to come. Especially when it was a first visit, like this one. Hopefully they wouldn't be hostile, and they would accept the help she offered. Carmen wasn't one to prescribe drugs without clear reason, as she knew that some other psychiatrists were. Many problems, in her opinion, were fixed just as easily by listening to the patient, and being a caring ear. Quite a few of her past patients had just needed to be talked through there problems, and needed to know that there was somebody there for them. She thought that maybe it was the same for these teenagers. They needed someone to be there, someone to help them when they needed it. Stability was important for young people, and when they couldn't get it, they often lashed out. At least, that's what all the journals and professionals said. And, in her own experience, it was true. Teenagers may say that they want freedom, but just as much, they want someone to care enough to restrict what they did. It meant that they were cared for.

Straightening the draping black cardigan she wore, she stood, moving to the door. Opening it, she looked out into the hall, before going back inside. Leaving the door open, she returned to her seat. Any minute now, her patient would arrive. Pouring tea into both the cups, she stirred some honey into hers, and sipped it as she waited. Hearing someone at the door, she looked up with a smile. "Hello. Please, come in, and take a seat. Would you prefer sugar or honey in your tea?"

[Skylar Brown]

Skylar Elizabeth Brown

(Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)
(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A)

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(Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)

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The other psychiatrist was on vacation, and had decided that she'd be meeting with the second psychiatrist this week, and that she'd be going to her from now on. Translation: you f*cking crazy psycho b!tch, get the f*ck out of my office! Or at least... That's what Skylar was trying it as. No worst than she'd ever heard before, and that guy had a degree, so he would know "crazy psycho b!tch" when he saw one.. and Skylar was very much one if you asked her. Of course, Liam didn't think so, even over she'd.. tackled him in the middle of the cafeteria and yelled at him in front of almost the whole school about how she was crazy and he didn't know her so he clearly had no idea what the hell he was talking about when he said she wasn't crazy... She figured that made it into her file, along with tackling that Price kid down the front steps and almost throwing what's her face down the stair well... Perhaps Skylar just shouldn't be allowed near stairs. Not that that would help, she'd just find other ways of hurting people.

Skylar had been outside... in a tree. It was getting colder, which is liked.. Then she didn't like it, because it was a month.. a month from when her mother died. Oh, and her birthday was on the 30th of the month. Skylar Brown would be eighteen... and her mother never lived to see it, and her father had never even been there for her first. Could you see why the level four needed a psychiatrist? Not to mention the fact that she suppressed her emotions, she had a hard time dealing with them when they weren't suppressed and for the first time in almost eighteen years.. Skylar had feelings for something... Like feelings other than anger or hatred... She liked a boy.. Like she made out with him and did coupley stuff with him. How the hell was Miss. Brown suppose to handle that?

The redhead walked swiftly to the medical wing. She was pretty sure the doctor there had a special bed all for her when she got injured.. Like breaking a leg.. or falling down the steps on the bleachers and cutting up her elbows. There she went with that stair thing again. She walked until she saw an opened door, then turned into it, pulling a face. Pink.. Skylar hated pink. Skylar hated everything, but pink.. pink got on her nerves. She strode over and sat in the chair in front of the woman's desk, turning it at an angle then propping her feet on the desk top. She looked at the women, then at the tea, pulling another face. "Why the f*ck would I want some tea?" She looked up at the women like she was the "half-wit" in the 10th Kingdom that sat on the wishing well and said the most stupidest things.

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[carmen]

Blinking, Carmen forced a smile. "Hello, you must be Skylar. I'm Dr. Carmen Ortega. You can call me Dr. Carmen, or Dr. Ortega, whichever you prefer." Taking a sip of her tea, she looked at her new patient over the rim of her teacup. Lowering the cup back onto the saucer, she smiled more genuinely. "I always offer my patients tea. I find that it creates a calm, stable atmosphere, for the rest of the appointment to follow. Please, drink some of the tea. It's very soothing." After having read her file, she knew that Miss Brown would be difficult. But, Carmen had come here for a challenge, hadn't she? It would be interesting, if nothing else. She refused to give up easily, though. If she had her way, she'd have Skylar talking by the end of their second session. "Now, we both know each other's names. Why don't we try getting to know each other a bit better? For every thing about yourself that you tell me, I'll tell you the same thing about myself. For example, my birthday is March tenth, and I turned forty this year. What about you? When is your birthday, and how old are you going to be?"

Tucking her hair behind her ear, Carmen picked up her clipboard. Writing down Skylar's name, she waited for her to answer the question. While she always read the files that came along with her patients, she preferred to come to her own conclusions about them. It was never a good idea to judge a patient before actually getting to know them. Making judgments based off of the notes of others never ended well. In fact, the only time that she had done that, the patient ended up having more problems with her treatment than he'd had before. So, Carmen would wait, and get to know Skylar a bit, before making any decisions about her. In her opinion, the toughness was just a front Skylar was putting up. She had to be incredibly fragile inside, and if Carmen could, she'd help her learn how to balance the tough front and the soft inside. According to her notes, there really hadn't been anyone in Skylar's life to do that so far.

It was clear, from the notes, that the level four did need a psychiatrist. But more than a psychiatrist, she needed someone who would be patient with her. Someone who understood what she was going through, and what she had been through. While Carmen had never had nearly the physical abuse that Skylar had endured, her ex-husband had been incredibly verbally abusive, especially when they were going through their divorce. Adam had been very, very good at knowing just what words to say to break down all of her defenses. It'd been his greatest skill. And while that wasn't quite what Skylar had experienced, it was enough that Carmen knew she had to have quite a bit of mental pain. How could she not? It would be impossible for someone to not have some kind of emotional trauma, even if that just displayed itself in not showing any emotions, aside from anger. Now, she'd just have to use her training, and figure out what she needed to do to help Skylar. It was all she could do, really.

[Skylar Brown]

Skylar Elizabeth Brown

(Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)
(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A)

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(Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)

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Skylar glanced over at the tea again. Skylar was more a coffee kind of girl than a tea person. She reached over with her left hand, and stuck her pinky into the tea. She couldn't feel the hotness, she had nerve damage in her hand from the burn, so she really couldn't feel another in half of her left hand. She took her finger out and wiped it on her pants. She'd rather just eat the honey rather than drank the tea? Skylar didn't even like sweets and she'd much rather do that.

The levels fours cold green eyes looked up at the doctor, still giving her a "could you get any stupider?" look. Her birthday, really? Skylar smiled softly, though it was a "seriously?" smile, and she shook her head. She glanced over the woman's desk, then spotted a yellow file, rather thick, that read "Brown, Skylar E." on the tab. She lazily raised her right hand and pointed. "Really, you should be better at your job and have read that by now, because I'm sure my birthday is in there. October thirtieth and whoop-dee-do, I turn eighteen. If that enough to please your little simpleton mind or would you like to me to tell you everything else that's probably on the first page of that file? Like my birth place is Washington, Alaska? Oh, oh, my favorite color is red!" Skylar faked excitement. "And oh em gee! Like, sometimes, I like to secretly dance around my room in my underwear singing "Speak now" by Taylor Swift, because OH MY GOD, I just love Taylor Swift! She be my home girl, dawg!" Skylar shook her head, looking back at the tea and picking up a spoon, and began scooping sugar into the cup of tea. "And in case you weren't actually able to tell... that was sarcasm."

Skylar watched the sugar fall from the spoon and into the cup, going back to her blank expression. After a few moments Skylar dropped the spoon into the tea, and sat up a little bit, unclipping her jacket, then easing her arms out of it before leaning back into the chair. She pulled the jack out of under her, draping it over herself and over her face, the only thing visible of the girl was below the knee and her hair sticking up. "Be a doll, wake me when I am allowed to leave."

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[carmen]

Raising an eyebrow, Carmen wondered if the tea was hot enough to hurt Skylar. The girl didn't show any signs of pain, so she wouldn't press it. That could be something to discuss, though. Clearly she had at least a bit of a pain tolerance, though Carmen was willing to bet that it was pretty good, especially considering all the girl had been through. Skylar's file was one of the thickest she'd ever seen, but that didn't concern her one bit. In fact, it only made her more determined. This was one patient she couldn't fail.

She didn't comment on the look Skylar was giving her. Carmen knew that saying something about it would only give her the reaction she was looking for. She was here to help her, not lecture her on respecting adults. While she wanted to be treated with respect, she knew she'd have to earn it. Eyes following to where she'd pointed, she laughed softly. "I have read your file. It was quite the read. However, I like to talk to my patients. To get to know them. I don't like forming opinions based on what others are telling me. Now, I thank you for cooperating, even though it is clearly reluctant. I was born in Fresno, California, by the way. I've never been to Alaska. Do you like it there? And my favorite color is maroon." Smiling, just a bit too sweet, deciding that she'd play this game too, she nodded. "I do the same thing with music by Enrique Iglesias. He's just one sexy man, isn't he?" Laying her clipboard on her lap, she laughed softly again. "I got your sarcasm. And believe me, I can give it right back. Now, we can sit here and exchange sarcasm, or we can have a serious conversation. It's up to you." Oh yes, this would be a challenge.

Picking up her own cup of tea, Carmen took a drink, before setting it back on it's saucer. Oh no, she was not getting out of this that easily. "Actually, I have a better idea. Since you're so against talking to me, we're going to play a game. You can ask me whatever you want, but I get to ask you the same question. Okay? Nothing is off limits, and we both have to answer honestly. If you ask me a question I can't, or won't, answer, then I have to give you something. Nearly anything, as there are, of course, reasonable limits. I can't break school protocol, but I imagine you can think up something else. So, Skylar, are you in?"

[Skylar Brown]

Skylar Elizabeth Brown

(Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)
(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A)

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(Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)

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Skylar snaked an arm out from under her jacket. Okay, she wanted to play a game, Skylar could play a game. She tried to think of questions she wouldn't mind answering, and then a few questions she figured Carman probably wouldn't answer anyway. But she'd be expecting the questions that normal people would ask, like who the the hardest person she ever got to threat, or some other random crap that had to deal with her being a doctor. But no, Skylar was going to dig deeper than that, and she wasn't going to ask one question, wait for Carman to answer than ask another.. No, it was all going to come at once, head on.

Skylar held up her hand, making sure to count each question as she asked them. She started with using her middle finger to count the one. Yes, it was always a good idea to flip off your therapist on your first session together, break the ice. "When was your first heart break? If you had to chose between dying right now, or living but having to relive yesterday over and over again until the normal day in which you would die, which would you chose? Have you ever broken the law, and if yes which one? That only counts as one question, by the way. First boyfriend's name? Age in which you consistently had S*x for the first time? If you had to kill someone in order to save the person you care about the most in this worlds life, would you do it? Keep in mind the person you're killing is a complete stranger." She was up to seven, and had to pull her other hand out from other the jacket to keep counting. "And quick! You're dying, right now, what are you last words? The words you want everyone to remember you by for the rest of forever." Then, her hands went back inside her jacket, and the level four waited silently for the Doctor to answer her questions.

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[carmen]

Blinking for a moment, a grin broke out over her face. Well, this wasn't as bad as she'd expected. Clearing her throat, she began answering the questions. "I had my first heart break when I was fifteen. If I had to choose between dying right now or reliving yesterday for the rest of my life, I think I would choose dying now. Yesterday was rather tedious. Have I ever broken the law? Yes, I have. A bit of underage drinking, and some issues with my driving. I have never been arrested, though. My first boyfriend- though I don't know if he counts- was a teacher in my high school. He was the first one to break my heart, as well. I was a sophomore, and he taught my chemistry class. I was very naive, and he completely seduced me. When he turned around and said I wasn't worth his time, and just another Latina whore who would end up in the ghetto, I was heart broken. And, to shove it in his face, I pushed myself through high school, graduated with honors, and got a scholarship to a university. I'm off track, aren't I? Anyway, his name was Mr. Fletcher, though he let me call him Adam. I felt so grown up, so special..." Trailing off, she shook her head, before continuing.

"I was nineteen when I first started having s*x frequently. If I had to kill someone to save the person I love most? I think I would. If they were a threat to her... Yes, I would. I wouldn't let anyone hurt her." Violence wasn't something that Carmen easily would resort to, but she knew that if it came down to it, and she had to kill someone to save her daughter, she would. It was a mother thing, she thought, as she knew her mother was the same way. "If I was dying now, I would tell you something that only three other people in the world know. I would say that I have a daughter, and that her name is Theresa. I would tell you that I put her up for adoption, sixteen years ago, because I couldn't take care of her. And I would ask you to tell her that I loved her, and that I was sorry. Those would be my last words." A stony look on her face, Carmen cleared her throat again. She hadn't expected to tell anyone, much less one of the students that she had a daughter. Still, she didn't think Skylar would go around telling everyone. And if she did, it wasn't as if it could hurt her reputation. She'd been a grown woman, and even then, she'd done what was best for her daughter. No one could fault her for that. "Now, it's your turn. All of the same questions, Skylar. No lies. And remember, nothing you say to me leaves this room. No matter what it is."

[Skylar Brown]

Skylar Elizabeth Brown

(Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)
(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A)

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(Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)

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Though Carman couldn't see because she still had her jacket over her face, her eyebrows raised when she started talking about her first boyfriend. She hadn't asked the woman to tell Skylar her whole damn life story, she'd just asked her first boyfriend's name. Which seemed to be Adam Fletcher. She'd have to remember that, needed to know whos ass was in need of a good kicking. She didn't see how someone could just take advanage of a child like that. It may not have been what she herself went through, but still, it was pretty damn bad. Skylar began picking at her nails as she listened to the rest of the womans answers. Okay.. and she hadn't asked to know about her daughter, either. Carman couldn't be much older than her mother would be. Her mother had been eighteen when she had Skylar, so today if she had lived, she'd been thirthy-five. She peeked out from under the jacket and looked at Carman. Yep, seemed about right, give or take. Skylar pulled the jacket back over her face, closing her eyes again. She wondered if maybe she should keep her answers short, and not spill her guts the way the doctor just had. Skylar didn't like doing that, she was a very private person, secretive. It didn't matter how many people read her file, they didn't know her, not really. The person she would say knew her the most would be Liam. He got to see her smile. Not a fake smile, or a smirk.. she actually smiled when she was around him. It wasn't like she was all smiles when she was with him, there were still a lot of times where Skylar had a completely blank mask on her face, hiding any and all emotion. But Liam did his best to get rid of that. And yeah, maybe he would one day, the same way that he kept bugging her, and then she finally.. It was probably the damn cupcakes. If he hadn't made her those damn cupcakes, she would have never gone to his table that day. They would have never held hands, she would have never freaked out and tackled him to the ground, they would have nevr played midnight hide and seek.. They would never have had their first kiss. Skylar finally spoke, decided she would in fact give more than one word answers, but she wouldn't give too much away.

"Never gotten my heart broken, at least not by anything controlable like a boy, but otherwise I'd say when my mom died. I'd rather just die considering all I did yesterday was study and go to detention. Clearly, I've broken the f*cking law. Assult, on a million and a half counts though some of the victims never said anything to anyone, they went with the 'I fell down a flight of stairs' story, and one murder charge. Liam, his name is Liam. I know I should probably tell you something about him since you just pretty much told me your life story, but I don't really know what to say.. He has blue eyes." Very pretty blue eyes, that always seemed to.. shine when he laughed or smiled. He was quick to laugh and joke, even though he sort of came from the same background as Skylar. She wondered how two people that came from abusive past, and they just.. they worked. He was nothing like her, maybe it was just because she was a girl, but she'd taken it.. a lot harder than Liam had. Then again, he still had his mom. "I haven't. I've killed someone for a lot less. And I probably wouldn't say anything." Skylar shrugged. She didn't love Liam, at least not yet, so she didn't have anything to say to him with her last dying breath.. If she was with him and dying.. She'd probably kiss him. But that wasn't something she could tell Carman to tell Liam in the event on her dying at that very moment.

Skylar was silent for a few seconds, making sure she'd answered every question. She already knew she hadn't lied. Skylar wasn't in the habit of lying. Normally she would just not say anything rather than lying. "I've reached my quota of talking for the day, so I think I'm done. Goodnight." That was it. Getting Skylar to talk now would be like pulling teeth.. on a polar bear. Skylar closed her eyes softly, and her foot began tapping to the beat in her head. She probably wouldn't sleep, but she could just block everything out, inculding Carman. She seemed like a nice woman. Skylar would probably like her a lot more if she talked less.

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