Psych Evaluations (Jason/Emma)

That was when I saw the razor blade marks and said, "What have you all done to yourself? Have you cut? Hung yourself? Held a gun to your head?" My eyes flashed at him some more.

I shake my head without opening my eyes. The scars on my arms are from my father. The scar on the side of my head is from where I shot myself. It went straight through my skull. Just left a nice scar. Missed my brain entirely. I haven't hurt myself in any other physical way.

(night night)

I nodded as I then all took a mental note and stated, "You know what Jason, I think you should go lay down so then I can take a look at your head some more right now." I then did have a plan as I then smiled.

I sigh and lay down on the couch. This should be interesting. My new haircut involves a bit of a buzz cut by my ear from where they cut my hair off to do surgery. There's a scar there now. Luckily for me, no one really asks about it

My green eyes looked at the scar greatly as I then frowned a bit as I then whispered, "Where did you get the gun from?"

I shake my head. I bought it. My grandparents were abusive plus we lived in the bad side of town. I own it for self-defense. I keep it locked at the top of my closet now.

A frown crossed my lips a sI then shook my head. "When was the last time you touched that gun? When was your last suicidal thought?"

I can´t help the laugh that escapes my lips. Now. I shake my head. I´m sorry, I´m sorry. It´s not funny. Humor is my defense mechanism, excuse it.

I nod as I knew he was not telling the truth. "Seriously answer the question Jason. I want to be here."

I shake my head. Two weeks ago. I seriously am ready to go home now.

I then nod as I said, "I can see you are clearly bored as hell, so why not get up and get the fuck out of here." I crossed my arms as I waited to see what he would do. Some of my patients would get up and leave to never return, but some would stay back as they then realized that they did want to get better.

I can't help but laugh. I sit up and just laugh. Once I stop I stare at her and shake my head in disbelief. Really? That's the tactic you're trying on me. I'm not like other patients, Ms. Knight. This whole good cop bad cop thing isn't going to work with me. The whole smile and then fuck thing. It's not working. I'm not going to be thrilled to be here no matter what you do, so how about you just ask your questions, and I will answer them. I'm the one paying for these damned sessions so I should control how they go. Just please ask me questions.

I then roll my eyes. "You are a brat you know that? You should think about what you say before you say it." With that I stood up and walked out of my office.

I walk out and stand in the middle of the hallway. You're a hypocrite. You know that? Fucking telling me to share my feelings and thoughts then get pissed and leave when you don't like the answers. I clench my fists. You want the truth? I'm fucking angry. My parents are dead. My brother was killed by my own friends. I have nothing left, anymore. Some girl isn't going to fill that gap. I care about Audry; I do. I have nothing left for me right now. I let my hands fall to my sides. I'm fucking tired of trying. I'm tired. I'm just done.

That was when I turned to him and said, "There. You said you would not fall for my games and you just told me everything that I needed. Now go sit down and let me talk to you one on one."

I shake my head. I said your games weren't working. Your temper tantrum game worked. I think we're done for today. I just- I run a hand through my hair. I need to go home. The jokes and sarcasm aren't in my voice anymore.

I then frowned and shook my head. "No can do. I was told that your girlfriend needed to come and pick you up. Sorry, bosses order." That was when I bit my lip at that moment right then.

I shake my head. Oh come on. I drove myself here. I didn't drive off of a bridge. My vision grows blurry. What did the guys on the football team give me this morning? I was with them this morning offering my forgiveness and they gave me a drink. It must be laced with something. My head starts throbbing. I drop to my knees and hold my head in my hands. The pale tiles are the last thing I see before everything goes black.

When I saw him go down, I gasped and screamed for someone to call 911. I picked up the muscular boy and carried him to my couch. "Wake up Jason!" I hollered to him as my eyes were wide some more as I then looked down at him. My heart was racing at that moment right then.

I open my eyes and blink rapidly at the bright light. I can tell by the obnoxiously tiled ceiling that I'm on the couch in the doc's office. I go to sit up but lay back down as a sharp pain in my head intensifies. I glance around the room. The doc's sitting there with her leg's crossed. How long have I been out?

A frown was still on my face as I then said, "You have been out for a couple of hours. I have been treating you as well as I could."

I nod. Thanks for that. I sigh. Pretty sure the guys on the football team drugged me. I raise my fist in a sarcastic yayyyy gesture.

I then shook my head at how disgusted that someone would drug another person. "Why do you think they would do that to you Jason?" I asked in a calm voice.

I sigh. Angry because they all are going to trial today. They're going to jail for coercing a minor to cause bodily harm to himself resulting in murder. I recite.

I frown as I then rubbed his arm. "Can you tell me all you know about the trial? Who was the victim?"