A/N:...Hey =w=;; I just wanted to say that the only reason I'm ever even Penulisan this fanfiction is because I wanted to tell Banditt's actual backstory, and how she was supposed to turn out~ (She changed a lot because of some rps xD) so..yeah >w>;;
OH! Small tiny warning before I start =w=; :..I'm usuing the BandittxJosh crackcouple. uwu; Just thought anda all should be aware of that! :D'
This was routine. I'll sit in front of anda and your desk, compleat with your laptop, tape recorder, and other office-y things, in the same, large, tan, worn-out looking arm chair that has taken my form from my many times of sitting on it. You'll drum your fingers to a catchy, but difficult, beat on your meja that anda do a lot during our sessions..You'll stare at me for a while, like every time, and the soalan will still be floating in the air: 'What do anda think is so fucked up in your head, Emily?'...
"Emily..are anda going to answer?" You'll ask, you're voice will be soft, calm..and it'll scare me. I won't answer you. I won't even look at you. I'll stare at the gray carpet bellow me, my footprints will still be there from last week..And I'll wonder if anda have atau had no new paitents. If I am the only one who anda see now? If there is no one else?
"Emily.."
I won't answer. My mouth will remain shut, my eyes will remain in my footprints.. And anda absolutly know that.
I'll check the clock and it'll be 10 minit until the end of the session, like always. Your tape recorder will pick up nothing from me. It will pick up your voice, the clacking of your keyboard, your assistante, who doesn't like me very much, and her voice when she comes in and tell anda that anda have a call waiting from Mr. Lee, the therapist seterusnya door, who wants to invite anda to lunch after I leave, and the closing of the door when she walks out. It'll pick up the horns of trucks blaring from outside your window, and maybe, some boys and girls who are crying about how hard their lives are because they're 'so different' than the other kids in school, if we're really silent. But it will not pick up a sound from me.
A sigh will come out of your mouth, a sign that means it's almost 3:45 and it's almost time for me to leave.
"Our session is compleat, Emily." you'll finally say, you'll pinch the bridge of your noes, sighing out. "You win again, this time.."
'Don't I always?' I'll think to myself. I'll stand up, and stretch slightly, realizing how stiff I am when I sit.
"We'll try again seterusnya session." You'll say, looking at me.
I wonder if you'll ever figure out that I'm not going to speak.. I'll think to myself again. I'll look back at you, and nod, like I'll really try seterusnya time.
You'll stand, and walk over to me. 'Goodbye, Emily...' you'll smile wearily, and open the door for me. I'll nod a 'goodbye' back, and slip out the room, thinking about why I even come to therapy, if I never say anything. I'll wave goodbye to your assistant, who'll shoots me a soft glare, and leave your office. It won't be until I leave out the building that I speak, but to myself. It won't be until I leave the building that I wonder 'Why exactly do anda come here, Emily? What exactly is your problem?' And I'll think, and then sigh. I'll soon realize that if I have to find out what's the matter with me, I'll have to start at the beginning..
I'll guess it started when I moved to Washington State..
OH! Small tiny warning before I start =w=; :..I'm usuing the BandittxJosh crackcouple. uwu; Just thought anda all should be aware of that! :D'
This was routine. I'll sit in front of anda and your desk, compleat with your laptop, tape recorder, and other office-y things, in the same, large, tan, worn-out looking arm chair that has taken my form from my many times of sitting on it. You'll drum your fingers to a catchy, but difficult, beat on your meja that anda do a lot during our sessions..You'll stare at me for a while, like every time, and the soalan will still be floating in the air: 'What do anda think is so fucked up in your head, Emily?'...
"Emily..are anda going to answer?" You'll ask, you're voice will be soft, calm..and it'll scare me. I won't answer you. I won't even look at you. I'll stare at the gray carpet bellow me, my footprints will still be there from last week..And I'll wonder if anda have atau had no new paitents. If I am the only one who anda see now? If there is no one else?
"Emily.."
I won't answer. My mouth will remain shut, my eyes will remain in my footprints.. And anda absolutly know that.
I'll check the clock and it'll be 10 minit until the end of the session, like always. Your tape recorder will pick up nothing from me. It will pick up your voice, the clacking of your keyboard, your assistante, who doesn't like me very much, and her voice when she comes in and tell anda that anda have a call waiting from Mr. Lee, the therapist seterusnya door, who wants to invite anda to lunch after I leave, and the closing of the door when she walks out. It'll pick up the horns of trucks blaring from outside your window, and maybe, some boys and girls who are crying about how hard their lives are because they're 'so different' than the other kids in school, if we're really silent. But it will not pick up a sound from me.
A sigh will come out of your mouth, a sign that means it's almost 3:45 and it's almost time for me to leave.
"Our session is compleat, Emily." you'll finally say, you'll pinch the bridge of your noes, sighing out. "You win again, this time.."
'Don't I always?' I'll think to myself. I'll stand up, and stretch slightly, realizing how stiff I am when I sit.
"We'll try again seterusnya session." You'll say, looking at me.
I wonder if you'll ever figure out that I'm not going to speak.. I'll think to myself again. I'll look back at you, and nod, like I'll really try seterusnya time.
You'll stand, and walk over to me. 'Goodbye, Emily...' you'll smile wearily, and open the door for me. I'll nod a 'goodbye' back, and slip out the room, thinking about why I even come to therapy, if I never say anything. I'll wave goodbye to your assistant, who'll shoots me a soft glare, and leave your office. It won't be until I leave out the building that I speak, but to myself. It won't be until I leave the building that I wonder 'Why exactly do anda come here, Emily? What exactly is your problem?' And I'll think, and then sigh. I'll soon realize that if I have to find out what's the matter with me, I'll have to start at the beginning..
I'll guess it started when I moved to Washington State..
Kenya: stomp stomp ive arrive drop the beat nasty face why u looking at me
Nightstar:flyin flyin flyin through the sky in my spaceship im an alien tongnight
Nightlight:dirty dirty sucka u think i cant get dirty like u motherf
Kenya: i can do it like a brother do it like a dude grab my sh wear my hat low like u
Nightstar: i can do it like a brother do it like a dude grab my sh wear my hat low like u
Nightlight: boom boom pour me a bir
Kenya:no pretty drinks im a guy out here
Nightstar:rollin rollin rollin my money like a pimp
Nightlight: my b i t c h e s on my d*** like this
Nightstar:flyin flyin flyin through the sky in my spaceship im an alien tongnight
Nightlight:dirty dirty sucka u think i cant get dirty like u motherf
Kenya: i can do it like a brother do it like a dude grab my sh wear my hat low like u
Nightstar: i can do it like a brother do it like a dude grab my sh wear my hat low like u
Nightlight: boom boom pour me a bir
Kenya:no pretty drinks im a guy out here
Nightstar:rollin rollin rollin my money like a pimp
Nightlight: my b i t c h e s on my d*** like this
Full Name:Kristen Maria Hollman Nicknames:Kristy,Krist,And Dork(By brother) Likes:Spanish,Caramal Apples,Dogs,And The Color Blue Dislikes:Bugs,Her Brother,And Worms Bio:She is an orphan who lives in an abandoned factory.She has an annoying older brother named Andrew. Friends:Holly and Lucas and anyone who would like to be Friends with her!
Name: Eilli
age: 18
Oresonallity: fun nice and musical
Nicknames: Eil
Fears: hights and breaking bones
kegemaran singers and Bands: Avril Lauvign Big Time Rush Ke$ha
kegemaran food: Chicken
Bio: Eilli was bron in Husten Teaxas she moved to New York when she was 13 then she moved to Califronia when she was 15 she has light brown hair nd Green eyes. she likes to sing,dance and act. she hates fakes , phnies nd liars. she likes to listen to the radio. when she was 14-18 she was in the Glee Club. One time when she was 16 she got elected to go to hollywood with Selena Gomez. she has a lote of firends, Aj Aly Samamthat, Rochelle, Matt, Chey, and Trever
age: 18
Oresonallity: fun nice and musical
Nicknames: Eil
Fears: hights and breaking bones
kegemaran singers and Bands: Avril Lauvign Big Time Rush Ke$ha
kegemaran food: Chicken
Bio: Eilli was bron in Husten Teaxas she moved to New York when she was 13 then she moved to Califronia when she was 15 she has light brown hair nd Green eyes. she likes to sing,dance and act. she hates fakes , phnies nd liars. she likes to listen to the radio. when she was 14-18 she was in the Glee Club. One time when she was 16 she got elected to go to hollywood with Selena Gomez. she has a lote of firends, Aj Aly Samamthat, Rochelle, Matt, Chey, and Trever