Orange you glad? | Alexis & Glenda

thealexisgreen:

Lexi’s eyes landed back on the lady as she finished her sentence. What did she mean she wouldn’t repeat this to anyone? Why was everything so confidential here? Her eyebrows furrowed a the thought and swallowed hard. She did her best to remember ‘the noise’, how she experienced it and what happened during it. Her eyes shifted again, this time her sight lay on a her file that sat on the ladies desk. Her confusion grew and her curiosity lay in waiting. ”Uh,” She began but paused immediately after, trying to grab her words and make sense of them. 

”It starts of as music, music that I’ve never heard before. Then is goes fuzzy…” Her voice trailed off for a second before she stumbled the next words out, like trying to explain a night mare to her mom. ”..then it’s like a loud noise and my head starts swirling. It’s painful.” Before she had time to say anything, her head started to twirl lightly. She rested her head in her hands and stared down at the floor. ”It’s painful and I don’t like it.” She added quietly.

Oh my god. She really didn’t know. She was clueless. Oh, this poor girl. Absolutely clueless. And no one ever thought to tell her properly. Glenda opened her mouth, seconds from spilling all these secrets Alexis was kept from when suddenly she noticed her change positions, cradling her head as if she… as if—as if she was hearing those noises again! 

Running on pure adrenaline, that was what she’s doing, heart pounding like a drum, as she slid down from her seat and knelt in front of the quieting girl. She pressed her fingertips on her forehead, space Alexis’ own hands hadn’t covered, aware there must be some sort of rule she was breaking. Personal space. Not that she cared for it, anyway. She was always very hands-on growing up. “Focus on my voice, sweetheart. It’s going to be hard, but I want you to try. Now, I can’t hear the noise. Or know how it works or how to stop it, at least temporarily, but if you can calm down I think that would help.” Glenda tried to speak as softly as she was able to, in a way that was close to singing. She wasn’t entirely sure how noises could be involved with psychosis, but if the pain gets worse when the music gets louder surely if they could reverse that somehow…

Orange you glad? | Alexis & Glenda

thealexisgreen:

At first, Lexi was overwhelmed with the questions and words that were shooting her way. She furrowed her eyebrows slightly, tentatively listening to every word the lady said. Her mouth hung open a little, not knowing what to say. Her eyes darted around the room, trying to investigate her surroundings. She fixed her eyes on the small window that sat high up on the wall. Eventually being able to think straight, she sat down warily on the chair and turned her attention to the red head. Finally being able to process a sentence in her mind, she began to talk back. ”I don’t want to go outside anymore, I’m scared that the it will trigger the noise.”

As she spoke, she choked back the tears that lingered behind her eye lids. She swallowed hard and did her best to ignore anymore thoughts of ‘the noise’. She thought maybe if she stopped thinking about it..it would forget about her. Her eyes flickered towards her feet. She had never felt so uncomfortable and out of place, even a little insecure.

Right. Sympathy washed through her and Glenda watched with sad eyes as Alexis sort of cowered during her tirade. She backtracked and quickly took note that talking too much was probably not the best course of action. Tackle the problem right away and address it. 

She made sure to not miss any detail, no matter how little, and continued to watch, her eyes narrowing when Alexis looked around the room. She was confused, so did that mean she didn’t know where she was? And the way she looked at the window before speaking. What did that mean? She didn’t seem look the type to try and climb out of there. If that was even possible.

A noise? No. The noise. Okay then. Let’s work with that. “Sweetie, you can tell me. I won’t repeat this to anyone. What sort of noise are you hearing?”

Orange you glad? | Alexis & Glenda

thealexisgreen:

Alexis wiped her watery eyes as she made her way down the hallway, attempting to find this ‘therapy’ room she had been directed to go to. The previous noise sat in waiting in the back of her head, the tune was quiet and almost too subtle for her to hear, although she knew it could pop up at any given moment. To say she was a little scared would be an understatement, she’d never had therapy before because she never needed it and she certainly wasn’t aware of needing it now.

As she approached a door to her left, she read the writing on the door and decided that she’d just walk in and act like everything is fine, like it was. She raised her fist and gently rapped on the door before pulling the handle down and walking in slowly. She pursed her lips as she spotted a lady with fiery red hair on the other side of the room. ”H-hello?” She asked, a spot of bother in her voice.

She was reviewing Alexis’ file a second time when the sound of the door opening caused her head to snap up. She continued to smile although the corners of her mouth twitched, sensing how confused the blonde must be. “Hello! You must be Alexis!” She looked down at the file on her desk and gestured faintly to it. Oh… she looked so different. The Alexis she was seeing now looked so lost. Glenda hoped to bring her back. “Tell you what though, this picture of you in here doesn’t do you justice. You’re very pretty in person!” 

“You can sit down, Alexis. Unless you’d rather stand up. Usually not recommended, but if it makes you feel safe, that’s what’s important to me.” She nodded at the plush chairs and the glass of juice, inviting her to get comfortable in her office. “Now, I can tell you’re confused. And scared. But we don’t want that. Because people get reckless when they’re scared.” She spoke carefully and softly, trying not to disturb her any further. The poor girl seemed very sensitive at the moment. Not at all like her usual exuberant self. ”And between us girls, I don’t want to talk about why you’re here quite yet.” Glenda gave a shrug, she had all the time in the world. Okay, maybe she wasn’t 24/7 available, but she tried. With the help of her very good accomplice, coffee. “There isn’t exactly a limit of how long a session can go. And how short. Just tell me when you want to stop and we can continue another day. That alright with you?” She paused for a moment, to gather her thoughts. “So, why don’t we start with you telling me what you would like to do? Right now, do you maybe want to go out for some fresh air? I could only give you about five minutes, but that would be nice, wouldn’t it? Anything you’ve been wanting to do since you got here?”

Orange you glad? | Alexis & Glenda

Glenda hopped around her office, her red hair billowing behind her like flames as she maneuvered her way around the relatively large Christmas tree she managed to squish inside. She gave a small squeak at one of the ornaments, shaking threateningly, on the border of falling to the floor and breaking until at last it stilled. She smiled, her good mood renewed, and skipped to the file cabinet glittered with all sorts of decorations. Nimble fingers sifted through the countless amount of folders inside - some new, some old, some filled to the brim with sticky notes - stopping at one labeled Alexis Green in big, bold letters. Pink, as a preference. Glenda wasn’t a genius or particularly brilliant and required many readings of the files of patients, but she liked to help people. Even if she had to study over and over and couldn’t keep it all locked in her mind, she was persistent. 

Hazel eyes locked onto the door of her office, always opened for anyone that chose to come in. Privacy wasn’t too much of a concern with her. She expected people to be open with her as she was with them. Glenda leaned back, looked down at the glass of orange juice she had set aside - oh she hoped that was right, some of them could get so touchy sometimes when she got it wrong - and waited patiently for Alexis’ arrival.

gage-conners:

I really think I just might do it.

Everyone mark your calendars…

brittany-hanks:

Today was the first day that I actually stayed Brittany after my session.

PROGRESS.

Hopefully nothing fucks it up, yeah?

You were brilliant today. Excellent job, hon!

Glenda…

charityharper:

I’m sick. Sorry. Can’t go to the planned session.

Oh? Well, we’ll just have to squish in a longer session next week! Feel better, sweetie!