The Disturbing Incidents at Lonesome Woods Boarding School (Dr. Harper Therapy) by Dr. Harper

Author:Dr. Harper [Harper, Dr.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dr. Harper Therapy
Published: 2021-09-06T04:00:00+00:00

HURTING

Lindsay from Memphis

If you’re reading this then it means that after what feels like years trapped here, my message finally reached someone. Stay far far away from here. Tell my sister I love her. I am lost, forever I believe. Just run. RUN. I hear him coming. RUN

“What is WRONG with you!”

I returned to the dormitory and heard Isabelle shouting from the bathroom.

“What’s going on in here?”

I hurried into the bathroom to see everyone crowded around Wyatt, who had his head in the toilet. They looked up and stared at me.

“Why are you covered in paint…?” asked Kat.

“Helping a friend move,” I said. “What’s going on?”

“Wyatt took pills,” said Isabelle in her fake accent. “Apparently alcohol wasn’t enough for him.”

“What pills?” I said urgently, pushing them aside.

“Alprazolam,” said Oliver, holding up an orange prescription bottle. “He said he took eight of them.”

I grabbed the bottle from Oliver and sighed with relief when I saw the dosage: 0.25mg

“I keep telling these idiots, we need to take him to the nurse,” said Kat.

“No,” I said firmly.

Kat raised her eyebrows. “Aren’t you supposed to be a faculty member…?”

“They’ll kick him out. The school has a zero tolerance policy for recreational drug use,” I said. “He took 2mg of Xanax. He’ll be fine with some rest and hydration.”

“Interesting…” said Kat. “I always pegged daddy for a narc, but you just gained a few brownie points. Does this mean I can smoke weed in here?”

“No,” I said. “I hate the smell of marijuana.”

“And back to narc…” she muttered, walking away.

Wyatt retched in the toilet again and Isabelle cringed in disgust.

“Ugh,” she said. “I don’t have the stomach for this. I’m going for a walk. Ollie, be a dear and tend to him.”

Oliver nodded seriously and saluted her. “I am at your service.”

She gave him a rude look and left the room.

“Wyatt…” I settled down next to them.” Something is clearly going on with you. Can you—”

“Excuse me.” Oliver peered his head in front of mine. “But I have been tasked with tending to Wyatt, and I don’t believe this is the right time to explore his troubled mental state. Would you be amenable to speaking with him in the morning?”

I raised my eyebrows. “Umm… Sure.”

“Thanks, buddy.” Wyatt gave Oliver a thumbs up from the toilet.

I stood up and left them alone in the bathroom, checking back every half hour to make sure they were doing okay. But Oliver was as good a caretaker as any adult, and I soon felt comfortable enough slipping into bed. The paint had dried on my body, and I wasn’t going to get access to the shower any time soon.

As the night wore on, I heard the two of them make their way back into the bedroom.

Wyatt sounded a bit less comatose as Oliver helped him into bed.

“Thanks again, little buddy…” he said. “You can go to sleep if you want.”

“Absolutely not,” said Oliver. “I will sit by the foot of your bed through the night.”

“You really don’t have to—”

“I will not let anything happen to you,” said Oliver decisively.

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