Everything Falls Apart

Nov 11, 2004 01:16

What the hell? Eve had told me that Wes needed help, a nudge in the right direction, but she hadn't told me that he had gone quietly insane while I'd been gone. He'd kissed me and fool that I was I'd responded, long dormant feelings rising to the surface. But all along he'd been thinking of Fred. Lamenting over her demise. What I didn't undertand though was the vibe I got from Wes, one of absolute loss and despair.

It was more than I could handle. I already had one person I cared about who was not all there as far as the mental faculties, and damned if I was going to subject myself to more of the same. My mother hardly recognized me anymore, and her random frantic sobbing phone calls, pleading with me to visit had worn me down enough. Now, I was expected to somehow get Wesley out of his 'funk'?

Fuck that.

I stormed over to Eve's office. She'd withheld info. She'd sent me in practically blind. It was time to lodge a complaint. I burst in and confronted her with my anger at my helpessness blazing to the surface.

"What the hell were you thinking? Wesley doesn't need to be coddled...he needs to be committed. This project is futile, I'm no psychiatrist. So, thanks but no thanks. You need to find someone else for the job."
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