Save Me From Me (3/?)
Title: Save Me From Me
Author: soolmates
Pairings: Merrikat
Rating: R for dark themes
Summary: Their past is painful and their future isn't bright. Will they be able to save each other?
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is my imagination. Even my car is not completely mine yet.
Title belongs to Amber Pacific.
AN: Sorry it took me so long tp update. I've been busy/sick :(
Master Post on my LJ.
Chapter 3
The Otium Retreat Center had always been more than a psychiatric institute to most of its residents but only one of them had ever considered it as a house. Zack had been there for over six years now and had been assigned to seven different psychiatrists. He had seen so many people come and go that he had learned not to grow attached to anyone. He had never been one to have friends anyway. The fact that he stopped talking when he turned eleven didn’t help the matter. All of his psychiatrists had run many tests to know where his muteness came from and they all concluded the same thing: there was nothing wrong with him. Zack could talk if he wanted but he didn’t want to. Many people were ready to listen to him but they were paid to hear him out. Why should he talk? No one really cared to know what he had to say. Emma could have fooled him with her sweet talk and nice act and that was why he hated his therapy sessions lately.
“Oh, I have something for you.” Emma remembered out loud near the end of their session. Zack looked up at her with a definite frown that only deepened when he noticed the notebook in her hands. It wasn’t one of these cheap sketchbooks you could find in any crappy store but a proper one with a guitar drawn on the front cover. A part of him wanted to take it without second thoughts but another part of him screamed to be more reserved.
“I’m not trying to trick you, Zack. I won’t expect you to see whatever you write there just because I paid for the support.” She assured with a comforting smile, as if she could read Zack’s mind. He thought about it for a few seconds before grabbing the notebook to flip through the pages.
“Josh told me you played the guitar at night so I thought you’d like to write your music down too.” Emma explained when she noticed Zack’s frown at the music sheets. She knew that it was crossing a line than to give something to a patient but she had to do it in order to help him. She didn’t know much about Zack Merrick’s case but she knew that he believed no one cared about him. If she proved him wrong, maybe he’d open up a little.
“Looks like the session’s over.” Emma announced as the clock on her desk rung, signaling the start of a new hour. Zack didn’t waste time to stand up and walk out of the office, clinging to his new sketchbook. The young psychiatrist sighed quietly, desperate to see that her plan didn’t work. She didn’t know what else to try to get him to believe her. That’s when a page appeared in her sight, the word ‘thanks’ shakily scribbled on it. She looked up to see Zack smiling at her.
Zack didn’t like to mix with the other residents of the Otium; mostly because he didn’t want to learn to know them and grow to like them only to lose them after a few months. Because that was how it always went. Everyone would leave the institute at some point. Everyone but him, that’s it. The outside world was too crazy for him and it wasn’t a place he wanted to go back to. A knock on the door interrupted his train of thought and he looked up to see the guy who had listened to him a few nights ago. There was something about the guy that made Zack nervous. He didn’t know what it was exactly but he didn’t like it very much.
“I’m still waiting for you to tell me your name.” Jack reminded him with a grin, leaning against the doorframe. Zack wanted to roll his eyes at him but he didn’t. He just watched as the guy stepped into his room and took a look around, gaze lingering on a poster of New York that was hanging to the wall.
“I fucking hate New York.” Jack whispered to himself, a sad smile on his face. Zack noticed a single tear rolling down his cheek but he quickly wiped it away to resume his tour of the room. The man intrigued Zack and he didn’t like it. He wasn’t supposed to feel anything for anyone. Just like no one would ever give a shit about him. These things weren’t supposed to happen.
“Have you ever been to New York?” Jack asked after a minute of complete silence, spinning on his heels to face Zack. He was beaming now, as if the last couple of minutes didn’t happen, as if he hadn’t been crying just mere seconds ago. That’s when Zack realized that he was faking it and it made him wonder if his interest or curiosity was pretended too.
“You should go when you’ll be out of here.” Jack said after Zack had shaken his head. He had been sent to the Otium right after his sixteenth birthday. He didn’t have time to see much of the world and he didn’t intend to see more of it either. He’d keep looking at pictures to have an idea on the places his psychiatrists talked about. Pictures were harmless; not like people.
“Are you writing your own music?” Jack questioned as he noticed the paper sheet on Zack’s bed. The guitarist gave him a weak nod, gathering the papers to hide them away from prying eyes. He’d never shown any of his stuff to anyone and he wasn’t ready to change that. He didn’t know Jack; didn’t know why he seemed to have an interest in him. It scared him as much as it got him curious.
“What you played the other night, was it an original?” Jack inquired again and Zack started to get annoyed by all the questionning. The mention of the other night also reminded him that Jack was a noisy prat who he didn't want to like, never. He got up and grabbed the younger's wrist, leading him to the door.
"What's wrong?" was the last thing Jack said before Zack shoved him out the door and closed the door in his face. It was the best thing to do.
Author: soolmates
Pairings: Merrikat
Rating: R for dark themes
Summary: Their past is painful and their future isn't bright. Will they be able to save each other?
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is my imagination. Even my car is not completely mine yet.
Title belongs to Amber Pacific.
AN: Sorry it took me so long tp update. I've been busy/sick :(
Master Post on my LJ.
Chapter 3
The Otium Retreat Center had always been more than a psychiatric institute to most of its residents but only one of them had ever considered it as a house. Zack had been there for over six years now and had been assigned to seven different psychiatrists. He had seen so many people come and go that he had learned not to grow attached to anyone. He had never been one to have friends anyway. The fact that he stopped talking when he turned eleven didn’t help the matter. All of his psychiatrists had run many tests to know where his muteness came from and they all concluded the same thing: there was nothing wrong with him. Zack could talk if he wanted but he didn’t want to. Many people were ready to listen to him but they were paid to hear him out. Why should he talk? No one really cared to know what he had to say. Emma could have fooled him with her sweet talk and nice act and that was why he hated his therapy sessions lately.
“Oh, I have something for you.” Emma remembered out loud near the end of their session. Zack looked up at her with a definite frown that only deepened when he noticed the notebook in her hands. It wasn’t one of these cheap sketchbooks you could find in any crappy store but a proper one with a guitar drawn on the front cover. A part of him wanted to take it without second thoughts but another part of him screamed to be more reserved.
“I’m not trying to trick you, Zack. I won’t expect you to see whatever you write there just because I paid for the support.” She assured with a comforting smile, as if she could read Zack’s mind. He thought about it for a few seconds before grabbing the notebook to flip through the pages.
“Josh told me you played the guitar at night so I thought you’d like to write your music down too.” Emma explained when she noticed Zack’s frown at the music sheets. She knew that it was crossing a line than to give something to a patient but she had to do it in order to help him. She didn’t know much about Zack Merrick’s case but she knew that he believed no one cared about him. If she proved him wrong, maybe he’d open up a little.
“Looks like the session’s over.” Emma announced as the clock on her desk rung, signaling the start of a new hour. Zack didn’t waste time to stand up and walk out of the office, clinging to his new sketchbook. The young psychiatrist sighed quietly, desperate to see that her plan didn’t work. She didn’t know what else to try to get him to believe her. That’s when a page appeared in her sight, the word ‘thanks’ shakily scribbled on it. She looked up to see Zack smiling at her.
Zack didn’t like to mix with the other residents of the Otium; mostly because he didn’t want to learn to know them and grow to like them only to lose them after a few months. Because that was how it always went. Everyone would leave the institute at some point. Everyone but him, that’s it. The outside world was too crazy for him and it wasn’t a place he wanted to go back to. A knock on the door interrupted his train of thought and he looked up to see the guy who had listened to him a few nights ago. There was something about the guy that made Zack nervous. He didn’t know what it was exactly but he didn’t like it very much.
“I’m still waiting for you to tell me your name.” Jack reminded him with a grin, leaning against the doorframe. Zack wanted to roll his eyes at him but he didn’t. He just watched as the guy stepped into his room and took a look around, gaze lingering on a poster of New York that was hanging to the wall.
“I fucking hate New York.” Jack whispered to himself, a sad smile on his face. Zack noticed a single tear rolling down his cheek but he quickly wiped it away to resume his tour of the room. The man intrigued Zack and he didn’t like it. He wasn’t supposed to feel anything for anyone. Just like no one would ever give a shit about him. These things weren’t supposed to happen.
“Have you ever been to New York?” Jack asked after a minute of complete silence, spinning on his heels to face Zack. He was beaming now, as if the last couple of minutes didn’t happen, as if he hadn’t been crying just mere seconds ago. That’s when Zack realized that he was faking it and it made him wonder if his interest or curiosity was pretended too.
“You should go when you’ll be out of here.” Jack said after Zack had shaken his head. He had been sent to the Otium right after his sixteenth birthday. He didn’t have time to see much of the world and he didn’t intend to see more of it either. He’d keep looking at pictures to have an idea on the places his psychiatrists talked about. Pictures were harmless; not like people.
“Are you writing your own music?” Jack questioned as he noticed the paper sheet on Zack’s bed. The guitarist gave him a weak nod, gathering the papers to hide them away from prying eyes. He’d never shown any of his stuff to anyone and he wasn’t ready to change that. He didn’t know Jack; didn’t know why he seemed to have an interest in him. It scared him as much as it got him curious.
“What you played the other night, was it an original?” Jack inquired again and Zack started to get annoyed by all the questionning. The mention of the other night also reminded him that Jack was a noisy prat who he didn't want to like, never. He got up and grabbed the younger's wrist, leading him to the door.
"What's wrong?" was the last thing Jack said before Zack shoved him out the door and closed the door in his face. It was the best thing to do.