More roleplay character stuff... (WIP)

(This is GT: TNG Damir and GT: TNG Amira. There is a difference between those two and the original versions of them from ROTP: The Darker and Edgier Alternate Version. So yeah.)

Without trying to, Damir had started paying more attention to Amira. It was unusual, given that she was from his old school, a place he'd rather avoid, but now she had his attention. She had started to attend private sessions with the teen's group therapist, whom she'd likely gotten to know through the school. He didn't know how the place was since he'd left, over two years ago, other than the fact that the guidance counselor had been replaced by the young woman who facillitated the group.

He assumed not much else had changed. For a while, Damir hadn't felt much, nothing but panic, and a few times, anger, otherwise taking life in a daze of cleaning supplies and cooking and changing uniforms and helping his father with all that he could those few hours he had at home...

And lately, it'd been even harder to do those things. He was fearful of communicating with anyone, lest they remind him... of what happened. The many things that had happened. Some days, it seemed like nearly everything reminded him of all those situations. He had no place to hide.

It swelled inside of him, threatening to swallow him whole. He was trapped. And he knew that this simply wouldn't do. He had too much work for this, too much he needed to do for his parents...

So he'd initiated the sessions with Dr. Mark Peterson. And he'd spoken to Amira that time, a few weeks ago. She'd caught him sleeping in his car the night he couldn't get himself home. He was so grateful for the sleeping pills Dr. Mark had given him. Sleeping more than a few hours a night was helping...