ThisJoker456
Pulsar
- Joined
- Nov 14, 2012
Grace ran a hand through her hair as she stared at her brother. This was their umpteenth of trying to help him out. Each ended with him storming out of the room. Why did life have to be so difficult for him? She loved him dearly, but some times she wondered why she did this. She wasn't a licensed therapist. All Grace did was try to talk to him only to have him yell at her. This was how most of their "sessions" went. She wished there was some other way to help him.
While Grace sat in her room, she thought of other ways to help. She had tried letting him tell her his feelings; that didn't work. There was having him write down angry notes to his bullies; that didn't work either. There was that one time she purposely let him yell out his rage; that also didn't work considering she felt upset after that. There was this one other option she had considered, but she never thought she would actually do it. Since all the other options never worked, she decided she might have to.
Later the next day when he had come home, Grace was ready for him. Her brown hair was out of its usual pony tail and it cascaded down her chest in its loose curls. They usually had their sessions in his room since that's where he was most comfortable. She sat comfortably nude on his bed, her legs tucked up underneath her. She had hoped all day in school that this would worked. Just to be sure, she had left school earlier to prepare. This had to work.
While Grace sat in her room, she thought of other ways to help. She had tried letting him tell her his feelings; that didn't work. There was having him write down angry notes to his bullies; that didn't work either. There was that one time she purposely let him yell out his rage; that also didn't work considering she felt upset after that. There was this one other option she had considered, but she never thought she would actually do it. Since all the other options never worked, she decided she might have to.
Later the next day when he had come home, Grace was ready for him. Her brown hair was out of its usual pony tail and it cascaded down her chest in its loose curls. They usually had their sessions in his room since that's where he was most comfortable. She sat comfortably nude on his bed, her legs tucked up underneath her. She had hoped all day in school that this would worked. Just to be sure, she had left school earlier to prepare. This had to work.