Warnings: Major URC (unresolved conflict)

Author's Notes: Chances are that I am only going to write a few sections (2 or 3) and then I will get bored and not finish it. I will try and wrap it up as best as possible but don't expect anything lengthy. If for some reason I do keep going, the rating will go up to about a PG-13/T and will probably include a bit of slash. (hence the slash/rating disclaimer) Just to let you know. All content is subject to change at the author's discretion.

Disclaimers: The characters, events, and organizations portrayed in this narrative are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events or individuals is purely coincidental.
All characters and plot are purely of my own imagination and design. Do not steal/modify. If you ask nicely, I may let you play with them. (As long as I get to watch)

This work of fiction may contain content involving male homosexuality which may or may not include sexual relations between 2 or more men. If this offends you or isn't really your cup of tea, feel free to leave. Flaming will not be tolerated.

"They said they might send you home."

I cringe. Home is the last place I want to end up. That's how all of this had started. At home.

"Since you aren't really communicating with anyone, there isn't much we can do for you here." There is finality in my psychiatrist's tone, as if this is an open and shut case. It is almost as if she has given me an ultimatum: start talking or go back to the place where your voice was stolen away. She makes it sound so simple, like speaking should be a basic human function and I'm just being stubborn. But I know better. Speaking is dangerous.

She keeps looking at me, as if she is hoping that today I will finally say something, anything. But like just like all the sessions before, she concedes. Her hands smooth over her faux leather skirt before coming back to rest on her thighs. "That's it for today." I stand up, about to turn to the door, when she puts a hand on my shoulder. "Brandon, you need to make the decision of whether or not you want to stay here." There is a sad smile on her face. "I'll see you on Tuesday."