#t2p22 So Much Pain (Stella, Hawkes)
Title: So Much Pain
Fandom: CSI NY
Characters: Stella, Hawkes
Prompt: #t2p22 Stop and think
Word Count: 382
Rating: PG
Summary: "Makes you wonder, doesn't it?"
Notes: Written for csi50. Touches on suicide.
"Makes you wonder, doesn't it?"
Stella turns and fixes Sheldon with a questioning stare, one eyebrow raised in confusion. "I'm sorry. What does?" She stands up from where she had been squatting next to the vic and joins him a few metres away, brushing her hands on the soft black material of her pants. A strand of hair falls from behind her ear to obscure her vision and she pushes it back without a thought.
Sheldon smiles grimly at her and nods at the young man sprawled, dead, at their feet. "He can't be older than 16 or 17," he tells her, even though she already knows. "To have so much pain that he felt his only option was to commit suicide...especially at his age...it makes you wonder just what he's been through." He falls silent and bows his head for a moment as if contemplating just that, else praying for the boy's soul. Maybe both.
Stella slides her latex gloves off and joins him in reflecting. It's not every day that she has time to stop and think like this - she's usually called on to the next case within minutes of completing the initial investigation of the crime scene for the previous case. Taking the opportunity while it's there, she allows the questions she usually pushes to the back of her mind to surface.
Suicide.
What drove people to it, really? She had always believed - and had been taught and researched - that it was discontentment with a part of someone’s life, no matter how large or small, discontentment with themselves, and their lack of desire to move onwards past the hard times.
Sometimes it was an event too unbearable to live on afterwards. Sometimes, if someone had a life threatening disease, they took their own life rather than waiting around for it to happen. It gave them a sense of control.
It was all about control.
Whatever the reason, she was adamant in her belief that no matter how difficult things might get, there was nothing to say they wouldn't get better, easier. Very rarely was a problem as horrific and unchangeable as it seemed to the possessor.
She sighed. “Terrible, isn’t it?” she murmured.
Sheldon glanced up at her and inclined his head in a nod. “Yeah.”
Fandom: CSI NY
Characters: Stella, Hawkes
Prompt: #t2p22 Stop and think
Word Count: 382
Rating: PG
Summary: "Makes you wonder, doesn't it?"
Notes: Written for csi50. Touches on suicide.
"Makes you wonder, doesn't it?"
Stella turns and fixes Sheldon with a questioning stare, one eyebrow raised in confusion. "I'm sorry. What does?" She stands up from where she had been squatting next to the vic and joins him a few metres away, brushing her hands on the soft black material of her pants. A strand of hair falls from behind her ear to obscure her vision and she pushes it back without a thought.
Sheldon smiles grimly at her and nods at the young man sprawled, dead, at their feet. "He can't be older than 16 or 17," he tells her, even though she already knows. "To have so much pain that he felt his only option was to commit suicide...especially at his age...it makes you wonder just what he's been through." He falls silent and bows his head for a moment as if contemplating just that, else praying for the boy's soul. Maybe both.
Stella slides her latex gloves off and joins him in reflecting. It's not every day that she has time to stop and think like this - she's usually called on to the next case within minutes of completing the initial investigation of the crime scene for the previous case. Taking the opportunity while it's there, she allows the questions she usually pushes to the back of her mind to surface.
Suicide.
What drove people to it, really? She had always believed - and had been taught and researched - that it was discontentment with a part of someone’s life, no matter how large or small, discontentment with themselves, and their lack of desire to move onwards past the hard times.
Sometimes it was an event too unbearable to live on afterwards. Sometimes, if someone had a life threatening disease, they took their own life rather than waiting around for it to happen. It gave them a sense of control.
It was all about control.
Whatever the reason, she was adamant in her belief that no matter how difficult things might get, there was nothing to say they wouldn't get better, easier. Very rarely was a problem as horrific and unchangeable as it seemed to the possessor.
She sighed. “Terrible, isn’t it?” she murmured.
Sheldon glanced up at her and inclined his head in a nod. “Yeah.”