Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2000 23:07:46 EST
From: Double A
Subject: Raven Hair(18)

Disclaimer:

     After a hiatus of sorts, I am back with another story! Yay!
Anyway, due to personal problems, I've been unable/unwilling to write much
of anything for a long time. Here is a new story from me to you. For those
of you who know my style and enjoy it, you should really like this
one. Like I said, though, I haven't written anything for a while, so I may
be a bit rusty. For those who don't know my style, I tend to use a lot of
build-up and "storyline".  So, if you came on to find a story for a quick
jack-off, then this probably ain't for you. However, if you want to take
the time to read a beautiful tale of young love, then sit back, take a sip
from your glass of wine, and enjoy!

And remember...Always stand up for what you think is right, don't listen to
bullshit, no matter who is saying it, and always speak with your fists and
swear a lot to be heard!

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Part 18:

	David woke up a while later. His first thought, was that he was
extremely nauseous. Before his mind could focus on anything else, he stood
up, stumbled out of his room, into the bathroom, and threw up into the
bathtub, because he couldn't make it to the toilet.

	When he was done that, he looked around the bathroom and, through
somewhat of a misty haze, it all came roaring back to him and he cussed his
failure under his breath. He got to his feet and, after trying to rinse
down the tub as best as he could, he groggily wobbled out of the bathroom,
then looked around. It was dark out, so he surmised that he had been asleep
for the day, unless it was the following evening. However, David had enough
sense to know that if he had been asleep until the next day, he surely
would have been taken to the hospital.

	He glanced at his watch and noticed that it was 8:30. That would
mean that both his father and step-mother would be home. His failed attempt
at killing himself forgotten for the moment, he happily descended the
stairs to be with them. Though they were noticeably tense now, and his
step-mother was downright hostile sometimes, it was still a nice feeling
for David to be around the two adults.

	When he entered the kitchen, he spotted his father reading the
Vancouver Sun on the living room couch, the living room being adjacent to
the kitchen, and his step-mother making dinner. His step-mother
acknowledged his presence with a glance, but his father smiled at him and
waved him over to the couch.  He happily walked over and hugged his father,
then sat down beside him.

	"So, how long have you been asleep?" He asked.

	David shrugged and said, "I don't really know." and then added, "I
wasn't feeling very well today."

	"Oh, okay." He responded, apparently not suspecting a thing, and
added, "So, did you finish your homework today?"

	David froze. He hadn't known that he wouldn't be successful in
killing himself, so he had forgone his daily trip to Lord Tweedsmuir to
pick up his homework.

	"Umm...I forgot to pick it up today, but I'll just get it doubly on
Monday."

	Without turning around, his step-mother replied, "You can't go to
school, and we're accepting that for now, so all we ever asked if that you
pick up your schoolwork. Now, does *that* make you panicky, too?"

	David's father shook his head and said to David, "Look, we're
seeing the psychiatrist on Monday morning, bright and early, and he'll tell
us what to do. The bottom line, though, is that you have to go to school,
somehow. You can't sit home and do nothing all your life."

	"I know, dad." David replied, "and I really want to go to school,
but right now I just can't!"

	And David wasn't lying, either. He really *did* want to go to
school, if not for him, then because he wanted to make everybody happy. It
sort of made him glad that his father didn't know about his attempt to kill
himself. It meant that he wouldn't suspect anything when David tried to do
it again, and he was definitely planning to.

	The weekend passed very tensely. David's step-mother was off work
and David tried his best to stay out of her way and stay at his computer,
in the basement. He had recently got the Internet and was having a lot of
fun having access to all the neat sites. His mission, though, was to be
like all the major web freaks and get his own website, so he was starting
to create a website based on doing what he did
best...writing. Specifically, he was going to start writing a weekly
column, when the site was done, in which he'd discuss things that were on
his mind. The site was established at Geocities, under the Capitol Hill
homestead and would be called "The Redrick POV" Another thing on his mind,
was the investigation into a new band that had just come out that
summer. It was the first band that David had heard of, in which the members
were younger than him. That simple fact made him hate them so much. The
band was called Hanson. Three young boys, two of which were mildly cute,
who were successful and didn't even *have* to go to school, while David was
sitting at home, forced to go to school. It just wasn't fair, and the first
"Redrick POV", therefore, was a rant against Hanson. David didn't know much
about Hanson, but he was going to try his best to propagate the rumours
that they were gay, dyslexic and the oldest one was actually retarded. It
was actually that Sunday, in September 1997, that David decided that,
instead of being the doctor that his parents hoped for him to be, he was
going to be an actor. He was going to be a rich and famous actor, and then,
he would use some of that money to have Jordan Hanson killed. Why? Because
something about the way that kid smiled made David sick to his stomach and
want to blacken one of his blue eyes. David spent a good portion of Sunday
afternoon, sitting on the basement floor and convincing himself that if
Taylor Hanson was dead, his life would now be so much better. In fact, he
occasionally went online, just to go into Hanson chat room and tell the
little girls that he was planning on killing Taylor.  Of course, this made
David cry, but he couldn't help it.

	On Monday, the three of them went to see Dr. Glass. They had three
separate sessions with him. One, where the three went in together, the
second where his dad and step-mom went in alone, and the last one where he
went in alone.  On the final session, Dr. Glass already had quite a few
pages of notes, and took even more as David related, in his typical "heart
on his sleeve" fashion, exactly what the contents of his mind was. He told
him about why he felt that he couldn't attend school, he told him about his
suicide attempt, he told him about his desire to make his father proud of
him, he told him about his website, he told him about his hatred for Jordan
Taylor Hanson, and he told him that he thought that he was gay. He even
told him about Aaron and what had happened.

	After he was done, Dr. Glass called in David's father and
step-mother and explained the situation.

	"Mister and missus Levine," he said, "based on what both you two
and him have explained to me, I see the situation as follows: David wants
to go to school, and you two were adamant about your desire for him to
return to regular school. However, it's my opinion that David may not be
ready to return to a regular school system at this point."

	He stopped and allowed them to take in that. David's father nodded
and said, "Well, does he require any sort of medication or therapy that
would help him to return?"

	Dr. Glass paused, then shook his head, "I feel that medication and
therapy is only a small part of what David needs. I'm not allowed to
divulge any information that he told me, but I will tell you that David may
be a danger to himself and to others at this point. While I cannot force
any one decision on you, I'm going to recommend that regular school not be
an option right now, and I'm going to present you with three choices that,
I feel, would be best for him. Number one, is homeschooling..."

	David's eyes lit up as soon as he heard that word. Hanson was
successful and *they* were homeschooled, so if David was too, maybe he'd be
successful too.

	His step-mother, however, shook her head, without even looking at
her husband's reaction, "No, no homeschooling! I don't want him home during
the day. He needs to get out and make friends!"
	Dr. Glass nodded, "I see. Well, then that also covers the second
option, which was correspondence school."

	"Well, what's the third option?" David's father asked.

	"Well," Dr. Glass said, "we do have a facility where David would be
able to get some measure of schooling. He'd also be around children his own
age and younger, would be under constant supervision, and have whatever
medication he would be on carefully monitored. It's a live-in facility,
built off the Surrey General hospital Psychiatric Wing. It's called the
ACRP or Adolescent Crisis Response Program. He would be there for a minimum
of three months, maximum of a year, depending on how well he does."

	"Sounds like an insane asylum for kids." David remarked.

	"How much would this cost?" David's step-mother wanted to know.

	"Oh, it's totally covered by Medicare." Dr. Glass replied, "And if
you're interested in having him start, I could get him in by the end of the
week."

	"Dad, please don't commit me!" David exclaimed.

	"Sounds like a good idea." David's father replied, totally
oblivious to David's pleas.

	"Great!" Dr. Glass replied, "I'll let them know, and I'll provide
them with a perscription for some drugs that David will be on. It's a very
nice program." and, to David, "Also, it's not an asylum. It's a crisis
centre."

	It didn't matter even if it was an asylum. As soon as him and his
father and step-mother arrived back the house, the preparations were
underway for him to be sent to this facility.

	As Dr. Glass had said, by that Thursday, David's father brought him
down to the hospital, David's bag sitting in the backseat, and took him up
to the ACRP. They were met by a nice looking woman, who said hello to both
of them and began talking to David like he was a baby.

	"And how are you today?" She asked, bending over and doing
everything except babytalk.

	"Who the hell are you?" David inquired.

	She looked up at his father and proceeded to ignore David.

	"Good morning, sir. My name is Laura Hanson...I'm the mental health
supervisor here and the coordinator of this facility."

	"Hanson...typical." David grumbled under his breath.
	She motioned for the two of them to follow her down the hallway
and, as they did she talked, "As you'll see, this is a very small
facility. We only accept eight kids at a time, and they are all between the
ages of 12 to 18, but right now, we have one more and now David, who are
17. They will be the two oldest. We very rarely have anybody younger than
13, but we are getting one in a month, because of a discharge were doing at
that time. We have two social workers, male and female, who handle day to
day problems that the kids may have. We have a recreational therapist, who
handles activities.  And, of course, we have our psychiatrist,
Dr. Mascal. The kids have a two hour session with him once a week. We do
arts and crafts, drama, barbeques, and many other stimulation activities to
keep the kid motivated. We have two teachers, with one doing english and
history and the other doing math and science. Of course, we have no science
equipment, but the academic portion is covered very accurately."

	David's father nodded, "Sounds good."

	Laura Hanson smiled and said, "Okay then." then turned to David and
said, "Why don't you head down the hallway and into our student lounge. You
can take a seat there and read a magazine or listen to a CD, while your
daddy and I sign some papers. Then, I'll come getcha and let you meet all
the nice people here who are going to take good care of you."

	David didn't much care for most of what she said, but loved that he
was given an opportunity to leave this discussion. So, with a nod, he left
Laura Hanson and his father and headed down the hallway.

	"Oh," she called after him, "when you get there, if the lights are
off, please turn them on."

	David didn't know what that was supposed to mean, but he just kept
walking.  This place, in his opinion, was more nuts than he felt. The walls
were covered in crudely drawn paintings under headings like, "Draw Your
Anger", "Show Your Fears", "What Makes You Sad".

	"This place is nuts!" David said to himself, as he took his eyes
off the pictures and turned into a pretty dark room.

	He was reaching inside the room to search for the light switch,
when he heard someone inside say, "Touch the fucking lights, and I'll
fucking kick your fucking ass."

	David hand shot out of the room and he exclaimed, "Oh, I'm sorry. I
didn't know anybody was in here."

	He saw a shape move in the darkness and walk over to the
doorway. Standing in front of David now, was a young boy who appeared to be
about his age or maybe younger. He was wearing a black tank-top that showed
off his muscular arms, and black jeans. He had short mousey brown hair,
except for the bangs, which hung almost completely in his face, nearly
concealing his dark brown eyes. There was a splint on his right hand.

	"Hey, you're new here?" the boy said.
	David was at a loss for words, and then finally asked, "Is that a
question or a statement?"

	The boy smirked in a way that made David nearly loss all muscular
control below his waist, and replied, "I said `you're new here.' It's not
fucking rocket science."

	David didn't really know how to respond, so he simply extended his
hand and said, "Yeah, I'm new. I'm David."

	The boy looked down at his hand, then walked back into the
lounge. David quickly followed him in. Hitting his leg on something, David
tumbled over an object that he learned soon after was a chair. Regaining
his footing, he sat down in the chair and looked across the room in the
blackness.

	"So, what's your name?" David asked a shadow.

	There was no answer, and David lay back in the chair, wondering
where he went wrong and when he'd get a chance to try and kill himself
again, when suddenly the lights started to come on slightly. It was still
dark, but it wasn't pitch-black anymore. David could now see the boy
sitting on a couch, his left hand reached up at a dial that apparently
controlled the lights in the room. A book with a visible Star Wars title
sat on his lap. David could make out little wisps of underarm hair as the
boy's hand remained up, fingering the knob on the wall.

	He looked at David for a few seconds, a cold, serious look on his
face, then asked, "You really wanna know?"

	David tried to kill the tense mood by smiling and saying, "Yeah. I
really wanna know."

	The boy's hand turned the dial until the room was pitch black
again. David could make out his shape lying down on the couch and putting
the book on the floor.

	"You have a girlfriend, David?" David heard the boy's voice ask.

	David paused for a second, before replying, "No."

	He heard the kid take a deep breath, then say, "Well, I had one
before I was put into this hellhole, but she was such a bitch. I mean, I
used to eat out that chick until she couldn't take no more, but the whore
never let me fuck her up the ass!"

	David couldn't help but smile. After a few seconds, he replied,
"Yeah, well girls can be real bitches sometimes. I understand what you're
saying."

	"You understand, eh?" He heard the kid's voice say, "You
understand. That's cool. Yeah, well chicks are all fucking stupid. I mean,
guys are where it's at, man. I mean, I ain't no queer, but there's nothing
wrong with too guys making each other shoot, is there, David?"

	There was something about this guy that, for some strange reason,
David liked. Nodding in the darkness, he replied, "Nothing at all."

	"Damn right!." He heard the kid say, "I mean, if I asked you, you'd
let me fuck you up the ass, wouldn't you?"

	Flashbacks of Aaron popped into David's head, but, for some weird
reason, he replied, "Yeah, of course."

	There was a pause of about fifteen seconds, before David heard the
boy get up. He couldn't really see him, until he was about an inch away
from his face, so he was really surprised, when he felt hot lips against
his and a hand aggressively squeezing him between his legs to the point
where it almost hurt.

	When the lips pulled away, he could see the kid's eyes staring
right into his and a smirk on his face.

	"I'm Sean." The boy said, "It's nice to finally meet a guy who
understands."