Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2004 19:57:16 -0500 From: Book Man Subject: And All That Could Have Been: Chapter 3 Disclaimer: If you are not over 18, or this is outlawed where you live, then press the x button at the top right corner and leave this site. If you are offended by same sex stories or anything such as that, then I don't even know why you're reading this. But if you are a no to all of that then enjoy my story. This is my story and I hold the copyright to it, so if you are going to reprint this email me and ask for my permission. This writing is totally fiction. Any similarities to you or anyone you know are coincidence. Authors Note: Here's Chapter 3 of my story. I hope this one is a little bit longer. I didn't have much time to work on it, but I still wanted to get it out in time. So I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Oh yeah, I also found the wonders of italics so I hope this works a little better then the first two chapters. I'm still learning. - Chapter 3 - Your opinion of yourself should be from your own thoughts, not from someone else's thoughts about you. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Aunt Sally's 98' Volvo S70 Sedan screeched to a halt outside the school complex. She quickly exited the car and rushed into the school. "Alright what happened, Cameron?" She asked firmly. There was no way that Cameron was going to get out of this with telling a lie. "One of the teachers gave me a hard time." Cameron replied, "It's nothing much really, Aunt Sally." He stated as he picked himself up off the ground. "Nothing much really?" Aunt Sally shouted ecstatically. "You tell me who this teacher is and I'll get her fired before the day is over." There was no joking in her tone and Cameron actually started to feel bad for the teacher. "Aunt Sally, can we please just get out of here?" Cameron asked. She could see that he was exhausted and thought that it'd be better if they both just went home. She'd deal with the teacher later. "Alright Cameron, just lead me to the principles office and we'll get out of here." She replied placing an arm on his shoulder. Together they walked down the hall towards the Principles office. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cameron awoke from his sleep with a start. The light from the moon had been creeping across the bed all night and finally it reached Cameron's eyes awaking him from his silent slumber. Cameron sat up and looked at his bedside clock; 2:25. It had been a long time since he had last slept through the night. As silently as he could, so as not to awake his aunt, Cameron got up from his bed and made his way across the hall into the bathroom. He quietly poured himself a cup of water and drank it all. He was still tired and decided that it'd be better if he just fell back asleep for a couple more hours. He slowly crept back into his room and got back into bed. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Wake up, Cameron." Aunt Sally gently massaged Cameron's back. "It's time to get up." Cameron gently stirred in the bed before sitting up. "But I thought it was Saturday. I don't have to go to school on Saturday." Cameron protested, hoping that it was Saturday. He didn't want to go back to that school and back to the teacher. "Don't worry Cameron." Her soothing voice broke his thoughts. "You're not going to school. However, I called Dr. Limus. He's a clinical psychiatrist and he would like to talk to you today. We made an appointment for 9 o'clock, so you're going to have to hurry up and get dressed." "School would have been better." Cameron groaned. He rolled over and started to go back to sleep but was interrupted by a sudden gust of wind. He turned over to find that Aunt Sally had opened up a window. "Leave me be devil-woman." Cameron joked before getting out of bed and grabbing his clothes. "I'll be ready in fifteen minutes." With that Cameron closed the door to the bathroom and turned on the shower. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The ride to the Psychiatrists office was long and boring. Just as Cameron thought the ride would never end, Aunt Sally put the Volvo into park and got out of the car. Cameron looked out the window at the sign on the front of the building. "Dr. Bodenhaum and Limus, Clinical Psychiatrists." Cameron sighed and exited out of the car. "This is going to be worse than school." He mumbled to himself as he entered the building. "Can I help you?" The secretary asked as she twirled her hair. The girl looked to be no more than twenty-five and was reading a copy of "Seventeen". "Yes. We have an appointment for 9 o'clock. The name is Wiley." She replied. She accepted the forms that the secretary gave her and sat down to fill them out. Meanwhile, Cameron sat patiently waiting for the call to go in. None of the magazines on the counter interested him too much. Most of them were about trucks, cars, or sports. After waiting a half an hour, Cameron was called into Dr. Limus's office. As Cameron entered into the office he saw numerous paintings and drawings on the wall. "Cameron." Dr. Limus called from his seat behind the desk. "I'm Dr. Limus, but you can just call me Bill, please sit down." Dr. Limus always thought the first step towards helping a patient was to get the patient to trust him. He felt that it would be useless to try and help a patient that didn't want help. "Now Cameron, your Aunt has told me why you're here, but I was hoping that you could tell me why you think that you're here?" "I really don't know why I'm here." Cameron stated as he took a seat next to Dr. Limus's desk. "I guess my Aunt is worried that I'm not handling the deaths of my mother and brother." Cameron's statement surprised Dr. Limus. He didn't expect Cameron to come right out and talk about the death of his family. He wanted to know how Cameron felt about the deaths but he didn't want to push him too quickly. "Well Cameron I don't think it matters how your Aunt thinks you're feeling. How do you think you're handling it?" He asked watching Cameron carefully for any show of emotion. "I don't really know." Cameron said. He didn't really want to talk about his family, so he changed the subject. "What's with all the paintings and drawings you have on the walls?" "I was wondering if you were going to notice them." Dr. Limus laughed. "Sometimes I have my patients draw and paint pictures for me. It helps me learn more about the person and what's bothering them." After pausing a moment, Dr. Limus asked Cameron if he wanted to try drawing some pictures, to which Cameron declined. It was bad enough that he had to go to therapy, but he'd kill himself before having to draw. "Alright Cameron, since you don't want to draw we can just sit here and talk." Dr. Limus said. "So what happened at school?" Just as Cameron was about to answer there was a knock on the door. "Come in." Dr. Limus coolly answered. As the door opened Cameron saw that it was the secretary that had waited on them outside. "There is a patient on the phone that says they need your immediate help." She told the Dr. "I wouldn't have interrupted you if I didn't think it was urgent." "Right. Thank you Cindy." He replied to the secretary. Then he turned to Cameron. "If you'll excuse me for just a second, I have to take this call." He replied before rushing out of the room. Cameron didn't like the direction that this discussion was going in. But thankfully the session was only an hour long, so he would only have to endure this a little longer. Cameron wasn't left alone for very long, as Dr. Limus came back into the room and confronted Cameron. "I'm sorry Cameron." Dr. Limus replied. "But I'm going to have to cut short our discussion, something has come up." Politely, Dr. Limus ushered Cameron out of his office and into the waiting room where his aunt sat waiting patiently. He apologized for cutting the session short and told her that he'd like to see Cameron again on Tuesday, and then he rushed out of the room. "Well that was quite the ending to your first session." Aunt Sally said as she gathered their things. "Did you have a good time?" "How can I have a good time when I have someone dissecting every word I say?" Cameron asked, obviously annoyed at her question. If the next session was anything like this one, then he was in for a long night of hell. {End Chapter 3} - Chapter 4 will hopefully be out next week at the same time. If you enjoyed it feel free to write me up an email. I'm always love to get emails from readers. You know my email address: Bookman04@hotmail.com Thanks, Bookman