Thursday, April 28, 2005

   Good Day!!
Hey everybody!!!

I was looking through my PMs and PhoenixClawth wasn't mad!!Yay!!Also I found someone else that is in the JROTC!!!That person is HardLuckWoman!!!^^Also I wanted to ask everyone a crazy question...should I start writing a story online???I'm looking for opinions and hopefully good responces.Well today I had to run the mile today.My time was 15:00.Thats all 4 now.

*Kagami*

So I decided to post the 1st chapter...please comment..^^

Chapter One: D.A.’s Therapy Session

(D.A.’s mind): I’ve always been alone…no matter what has happened.

Sam: D.A.?…hey D.A.??You listening? Okay, we’ll end it here for today. It seems that you’re completely out of it. I don’t mind ending it here for today.

D.A.: Sam?

Sam: Yes ma’am? I don’t mind ending the session here today. It’s quite alright. I don’t mind.

D.A.: Sam, have you ever thought about how one tragedy can destroy your entire personality? I know that I don’t like to talk about a delicate subject like my past but… I know it means something, right?

Sam: D.A., I hate trying to talk to you when your expressing you thoughts out loud but, I also understand that since your father died, you haven’t been close to your family. Yet…if you choose to have your team replace your family, the least you can do is wait until they’re dead. I wouldn’t mind then but, you…

D.A.: Sam…that’s enough. I told you that I don’t have a family. The syndicate took my family. After dad died…they sided with the syndicate. The very same demons that took my father’s life. My mother…she threw my stuff out, and told me to get the hell out. I couldn’t bear the pain even though she abandoned me. I never felt so alone.
At the funeral, she wouldn’t even look at me. My aunts and uncles, they offered to help her but, not me. My brothers and sisters walked out on me saying that it’s my fault that my father died. I couldn’t even…

Sam: It’s alright. Now we are getting somewhere. You’ve finally opened up and spoke of the horrible pain you hold. I have recorded everything you said and it will be held in the strictest of confidentiality. Nobody will know what we discuss here and that is my professional vow.

(D.A.’s mind): It stood silent. You could hear the traffic outside and all I could think about was how messed up my family was and how I could stop them from destroying the rest of my life. I knew they weren’t going to stop until I was dead. That’s what they wanted. They wanted me dead and they’d do anything to see me dead. It was like a personal wish that they had.
My cousin, Chau, committed suicide because my aunt Maria told him he was worthless. He worked for my father in the underworld as it is known. When he did commit suicide he left a note saying that he knew where he was going and that he wanted no one to do what he did. He also said that he was sorry. At the funeral, dad said that it was his mother’s fault…he just couldn’t prove it. Yet I could. I knew the truth.

Sam: D.A.?
D.A.: Yeah…what is it? Oh yeah…I’m still here. I’m sorry …I didn’t mean to…never mind. I just began to reminisce about everything that has happened to me not to mention the fact that I wanted to collect my thoughts. I’m sorry…can we end the session here today? I’m laying in a pool of pain.

Sam: D.A., I know that you’re hiding something. There’s something you want to say…you’re just too stubborn to spit it out. Why? I don’t know but, I guess your just stubborn like that…just like your father.

D.A.: Sam…shut up! Leave my dad out your analysis of me. And don’t start lecturing me. I’m not in church!

Sam: Okay, I won’t lecture you about anything. I’m very sorry to have mentioned your father. Well…shall we end it here today?

D.A.: Yeah…sure thing. Let’s end it here cause I have some important business to do. So when can the next session be?

Sam: D.A., we can meet sometime next week…if you’re not busy of course. How about Tuesday? I believe I have an opening at 2:45 pm.

D.A.: Yeah, I’m fine with it. Tuesday afternoon then, right? At 2:45 pm?

Sam: Yes, D.A.

D.A.: Well later. I’ve got to go. I’ll tell Iris I’ll be here next Tuesday at 2:45. So I’ll catch ya later.

Sam: Alright. Oh and D.A.?

D.A.: Yeah…what is it?

Sam: Remember what I said about the team and your family.

D.A.: I have no idea what you are talking about.

Sam: D.A.!!! Get back here!!




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