Prologue
[In therapist office]
So Cassius would you like to talk about anything today or do you just wanna sit in silence again? [asked the therapist]
I want to sit in silence because there's nothing to talk about and no reason for me to be here. [replied Cassius]
Well, why do you think your brothers pay for your sessions here?[asked the therapist]
So they don't have to put up with me.[replied Cassius]
I think you're here because they care about you.[Says the therapist]
If they cared about me or how I feel I wouldn't be here.[said Cassius]
Care to elaborate on that? [the therapist says as she writes something down in her notebook]
No, no I don't. [says Cassius]
Well Cassius there is clearly something wrong, your brothers said that you won't eat, you barely sleep and that you go days without talking sometimes... why is that? [asked the therapist]
Well we did just bury our aunt four weeks ago, I'm kind of still grieving from her death... unlike them. [says Cassius]
People do grieve differently you do know that right?, I'm sure they're grieving to they're just probably trying to be strong for you. [says the therapist]
Yes I do know people grieve differently which is why I don't understand the reason that I'm here, grieving is a natural thing. [said Cassius]
Yes, yes it is but that's one of the reasons you're here. [replied the therapist]
Okay what's the other reason? [asked Cassius]
A suicide letter that your brother Sebastian found long before your mother passing...care to explain? [said the therapist]
Okay I may needed help at that point in time but I'm better now.[replied Cassius]
Of course you'd say that now, anything to get out of here. but I don't think you are actually better now... in fact I think you're worse than before you're just burying it all inside. [said the - therapist]
Well if I was suicidal then and I feel worse then I did when I wrote that letter why haven't I taken my own life yet?[asked Cassius]
because deep down inside you don't want to, deep down inside you want help and that's what this letter was... a cry for help. [replied the therapist]
I Don't want to talk about this anymore.[said Cassius]
Okay, that's fine we can talk about something else.[replied the therapist]
Like? [asked Cassius]
Like, you take martial arts classes right, how's that going? [asked the therapist]
Not anymore.[replied Cassius]
Oh? why is that?[asked the therapist]
No good reason just lost interest.[replied Cassius]
Losing interesting in the things you like. one of the signs of depression.[said the therapist]
Oh my goodness.[Cassius says in anger and annoyance as he stands up out of his chair]
What? [asked the therapist]
I'm not depressed, I may feel sad some days but so fricking what everybody gets sad every now and then.[Says Cassius]
Yes, but everybody doesn't write their own suicide letter when they are feeling down...you have to admit that's a little unsettling and for one of your family members to find it, imagine how they felt.[Said the therapist]
I'd imagine that they'd feel nothing because they don't care, they are barely around, they are either with their girlfriends or at work and when they are home they're always whispering to each other and they never try to include me in anything. [Said Cassius]
You see, I don't know how true that is, because when I spoken to them they felt like very loving people. [said the therapist]
What? so you're saying I'm lying?[asked Cassius]
No I just don't understand if they didn't care about you why are they trying to get you help. why waste their time and money on someone that they don't care about? [asked the therapist]
Look I don't know, and I honestly don't care, there are freaking supervillains and heroes flying and running around the city okay, people are in danger everyday people die everyday people get depressed everyday okay, it's just life and it may sucks but there is nothing you can do about it. [said Cassius]
Yes, you are making great points, but none of that makes the way you are feeling right now invalid. that's like saying you shouldn't be happy because someone out there as it better than you. [replied the therapist]
Okay I'm sorry but you're just not listening or understanding what I'm saying. I've been here long enough and I'd like to leave now.[says Cassius]
*Cassius walks over to the door*
I'd like it if you'd stayed, you can't keep running from your feelings Cassius, it won't get better that way. you're just a sixteen year old boy... you deserve to be happy [the therapist said]
Well I'm not staying, maybe I'll be back maybe I won't I don't know goodbye Mrs. Davis. [ Said Cassius as he exits the room]