|Scotty Atchinson (sayitscotty) wrote in dalton_rpg,|
@ 2012-06-04 18:42:00
|Entry tags:||! thread, @ character: archer kennedy, @ character: scott atchinson|
Who: Scotty + Archie
Where: Archie's office
When: Saturday afternoon
Rating: Trigger warnings probably
Never before had Scotty spoken with a therapist, even if this was just a school one. No one had thought to send him to one when his parents had died because he had been so little; the most he had gotten was his social worker saying how sorry she was and that she would do her best to find him a good family to take care of him. Except they didn't take care of him -- did the opposite, actually -- and by the time he really felt like maybe he should be talking to someone, he was too afraid to. The bullying and the abuse led him to less than healthy ways of dealing with his problems, and he was sure even taking bus rides was a less than ideal way of working through his problems. He was too afraid to speak out though. He had learned to bottle everything up and stay silent.
Dalton had been a reprieve from life in Cairo. Dalton, he thought everything would be better. He made friends, he was able to draw, and he was away from the abuse. He even got adopted, though not by his first choice; no, Mr Johnson died, and all Scotty received were more apologies and Gabe tolerating him to snuggle up a bit more often.
So it seemed weird that he would speak to a therapist now, when he was so close to summer vacation, yet he had to admit that he was curious about the details of his file. That was all they would talk about, Scotty assured himself as he knocked on the man's door. They had nothing else to discuss. Scotty was nothing special.