Give Me Therapy [Taylor]

[Bree Anise Ripsen]

She didn't even know why she'd bothered to get dressed that morning. Maybe it was because being at home all the time was starting to drive her crazy. She wanted a distraction, which wasn't easy to come by at all when she felt like this. She thought that maybe work would help her out. But... the minute she'd looked at that florist, the minute she fished around in her pocket for her keys, she had to turn around and leave. She couldn't do it, and she didn't even know why. She just got this... this emotion whenever she looked at it. It was a sudden rush, and gone quickly, but... she had no clue what it was.

This shouldn't have been getting to her the way it was. It wasn't right. She was pretty sure that Samson meant absolutely nothing to her, other than a friend. But if that was the case... why did she feel... what was the word. Lost? No, not quite lost. She knew what'd happened, where to go from here. It was just getting the wherewithal to do that that she was finding hard. And she didn't know why, not at all.

She ended up just sat on her sofa, her notebook in front of her, words flowing from the end of her pen and onto the crisp, clean white page. What they meant, what they were, was completely unknown to her at the moment. She was writing what she felt, that was what mattered. that was what she always did when she wrote. She didn't care if it made sense or not. It was just... how she was feeling. Now that she looked at the words... wow. Never had she ever written something quite like this before. Kind of depressing, but... it still meant something. It was... well, it was... her. Utterly, completely, undeniably her.

Frowning at the page, she snapped her fingers couple of times so as to get the right tempo to set the meter of the words to. When she found the right sort of speed, she ran to fetch her guitar, strumming a few chords on it before finding the right ones. Softly, sweetly, as if she was afraid that someone would hear her, she began to sing the words that she'd just written.

"Give me therapy, I'm a walking travesty,
But I'm smiling at everything.
Therapy, you were never a friend to me.
You can keep all your misery."

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[Taylor Amber Mortensen]

Taylor wasn't exactly having a good day. Firstly, she was woken up really early and couldn't get back to sleep. That was mostly Bree'e fault for staying up so late, and dragging Tay along with her. Secondly the Florist wasn't open, so Tay had nothing to do all day and she couldn't be bothered to find Bree since she would most likely be in a bad mood. Well. Who wouldn't be in a bad mood. She knew that she would.

Sighing, Taylor decided to at least try and find someone to talk to. However, even this was unsuccessful since no-one was around. Tay eventually ended up going to the park for most of the day, and actually fell asleep on one of the benches. Someone was actually kind enough to wake her up and ask her how she was, she told them she was okay, of course. However, deep inside, Tay just wanted to go home.

Tay arrived home , tired and fed up. Dropping her bags, she headed for the kitchen. However, Tay picked up someone singing from what seemed to be the living room. Looking into the room, Tay found Bree singing along to her guitar. This actually calmed her for a while, but eventually Tay was getting fed up. However, it would be too rude to interrupt Bree and her singing. Tay leaned against the door frame waiting for Bree to finish. Finally Bree finished and Tay could actually speak. "Well, seems I'm not the only one who's depressed."

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[Bree Anise Ripsen]

What was this? She'd never really done this before, not with such ease. She'd never just managed to pick up a guitar, or any musical instrument for that matter, and just... improvise. Well, she could, but she never liked the results. She wasn't even sure whether or not she liked this one. It made her seem kind of... vulnerable. Alone. Unhappy. She didn't like that feeling. It made her feel weak. Something she wasn't. Well, she wasn't, to a certain extent. It was just certain things. Just like everyone else.

"Therapy, you were never a friend to me," the blonde sang, her strums on the guitar in her hands becoming slower and slower. "You can choke on your misery." She repeated the riff that she had been playing once more, and did a final downward stroke of all the strings. Well. That'd been what she was feeling. But had it really helped her any? ...Not really. And, even if it had, Bree didn't feel any different. ... It almost felt like...

Her eyes widened as she heard a voice cut the air in the room. Tay. Tay. Why didn't that girl have a signal? Like, a phone call or a bell or something? Her head snapped around to look at her friend, a small, surprised squeak leaving her lips. Unfortunately for her, she'd whipped around a little too fast. She slipped of the edge of the sofa, falling off and landing of the soft carpet with a muffled thud. Oh, god, really? What? Why, Bree, why. the angel thought as she sat up, shooting her friend a glare for startling her so.

"Y-you... you h-heard that." she said, her eyes still wide. It was more of a statement than a question. Oh, god, she was actually starting to feel sick with nerves. No one, with the exception of Brent, Chase.. and Samson... had ever heard her sing a note before. No one else was supposed to hear. Her music... it was special to her. And then she'd realised that Tay had mentioned her being depressed, and she sighed, with a nod. "I guess you could say that I am, yeah." she admitted, getting up off of the floor and sitting back down. "Wanna know the worst part? I don't even know why."

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[Taylor Amber Mortensen]

Seeing Bree looking so shocked was a surprise, well Tay guessed was because Bree never actually sung in front of her before, there was a first time for everything. "Yeah, I heard most of the song, it was really good. Hope you wrote that down, don't want to forget it." This was strange; Tay never actually gave compliments this nicely and easily before, her little spark of laughter and fun...was gone.

Sitting down next to Bree on the sofa, Tay slumped in her seat listening to Bree. She didn't know why she was depressed, that was unusual even for her. One thought came to Tay's mind and which made her thrown, if it had something to do with that Samsung she would go and whack him one where the sun never shone.

"If it has something to do with Samsung, then just tell me because I will go and kill him." Tay knew Bree would argue back and say it wasn't him, however they have had this type of argument before. Bree maybe brilliant at knowing lies from truths even though it hurt, Bree herself was a terrible liar. Mainly because she couldn't physically lie.

Hoping Bree wouldn't get too upset by the comment, Tay got up again and made her way to the kitchen. A good cup of tea was what she needed, alcohol even better but she wouldn't think Bree would agree with her. "Making some tea, do you want one?" Tay called, hoping that Bree was still there and not sulking somewhere else.

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[Bree Anise Ripsen]

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. The fallen ducked her head in embarrassment, her cheeks flushing red and her hair swinging forward. Taylor had heard the song. Heard how weak Bree felt right now. Heard everything. Ugh. She didn't think she'd ever felt so ashamed in her life. It just felt... wrong, having people know what went on in her head. Her head was a private place, where only she could go. And, well, Taylor had just seen inside. And she didn't like that. No, not one bit.

"...Th-thanks, I guess," she said, not looking her friend in the eye. At least, not until she'd spoken again, and mentioned his name. She felt a sudden rush of something, and her azure eyes, narrowed slightly, flew up to meet her friend's jade ones. That was... none of her business. Was it? Even if it was... what... why would it b to do with him? They'd both known it meant nothing, right from the start. She'd known not to get too attatched, so... it couldn't be to do with him.

"What makes you think he's involved in any way?" she snapped, not meaning to come across as angry as she probably did at that moment. She'd sounded almost accusatory. Gosh, it'd come out all wrong. She blinked at herself, before sighing and shaking her head. "S-sorry." she apologised as her friend went into the kitchen to make tea. "A cup of tea would be great, ta."

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[Taylor Amber Mortensen]

And there it was, the defensive Bree who would always protect her knight in shining armor, some knight if he is a right bastard to her. Tay sighed, hearing a Bree apologize. She didn't really need this at the moment, then again she guessed Bree didn't need the comments either, and to be honest she wasn't in the right mood for it either. "It's fine Bree, I'll just add it to my bad comments for the day, I'll keep my mouth shut this time." Tay really wasn't in the mood, and to be honest she was sure either why she was like this, she just blamed it on the day.

Tay finished the tea, knowing Bree would definitely want one, and she came in the living and sat down again with the tray. "So what's really up, Bree?" the angel asked her friend, passing her one of the mugs of tea and keeping the other. "You're not normally like this,, and you don't sing either, especially not when I'm around. Okay, I came in a didn't tell I was in, I give you that." Tay slumped on the sofa, drinking her tea. Eventually she got bored of the sofa and sat on the floor, surprisingly it was actually comfy.

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[Bree Anise Ripsen]

It was just easier for Bree to keep quiet right now. She couldn't think of anything else to say about what she'd just said because, frankly, it'd surprised her as well. She didn't know why she'd snapped like she did. Maybe it was just because her emotions were kind of all over the place. Yeah. Had to be. She should just chill out. Besides, Taylor had said that it was fine. Her friend must not have been in the mood for a fight either. Which was good, really good.

She sighed as she leaned back on the sofa, and shut her eyes tight. What was happening to her? Why was she so... blah? It just didn't make any sense at all. It was stupid. And unfair. And... ugh! She was so mixed up, and she didn't like it at all. She could barely think straight. That could have just been that Taylor had walked in whilst Bree was writing, though, and had heard what she'd done. That always made her feel a bit embarrassed and awkward.

When her friend returned with the tea she'd said she was making, Bree shifted up so that she could sit down. Which she did, for a minute, before she slid down onto the floor. Well. Alright. The woman took a sip of the hot, sweet liquid in her mug, whilst Taylor asked her question. "D'you know what?" the fallen said as she placed her mug on the coffee table. "I don't even know what's up with me. I just... I don't know..." Her voice trailed off as she realised tht she was unable to give a definitive answer. She just picked up her tea and took another sip, hoping that her friend would understand.

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[Taylor Amber Mortensen]

This was very unusual, especially for Bree to not know why she felt so......awful. Taylor felt a wave of guilt float over her, she guessed Bree was having a worse day then her. She saw Bree picking her tea and taking another sip, she knew Bree good have hard times and it seemed like this was one of them.

Tay also took another sip of her tea as well, noticing it going quite cold. She settled her tea down on the table and quietly got back up on the sofa. "Bree, has something happened today..that..has made you feel like this? Tay asked, hoping she would get some answers. She knew she was feeling horrible, and normally Bree would be able to do something. However to have Bree not know why she feels horrible, something must have happened to make her feel like this.