Story about Disorders. Based off of MommaPie's character and mine.I'm really tired and it's real early, excuse any spelling errors. And it also might be boring for the first couple of updates. A Gilmore™ Production. C; ---------------------- Judith Hospital 3:37 P.M. Ultra-Sound Room In General POV Alia ran hand through her hair, exhaling shakily. Nick squeezed her other one, smiling encouragingly. Her bright blue eyes darted towards the door then back up at him. She bit her lip, soon to draw blood. She was afraid. Afraid of not too many, but afraid of some. The female doctor entered the room, giving Alia a sense of relief. Nick blew some hair out of his face, leaving a few strands in it. Alia is 25, and Nick is 24. They've been together for 7 years. Seven long years of dealing with Psychosis and Tourette's. They both had disorders that were going to be passed down, no doubt. However, they still intended to be together forever, despite the turns and arguments they have and make. "Alrighty hon, I need you to tell me what's been happening with the baby." The female doctor asked. Her badge read Aubrey Thompson-Grey. She leaned back, holding the clipboard and the pen. Alia pointed up at Nick, and Dr.Thompson's eyes followed. "Well.." "Well what? Something happened?" "We think the baby might have psychosis.." "Why do you say that?" "We're both diagnosed with it. And she has OCD.. And I have Tourette's.." The doctor studied the couple carefully, watching Alia nod to everything he said. The doctor scribbled down some things, assuming they're notes on what their telling them. "And how many months pregnant is she?" "Five." Alia squeezed Nick's hand, biting her lip. "Well, why don't we check how well the little one is doing, Hm?" Nick exited the room, due to issues of his own. He sat patiently in the waiting room. Alia leaned back in the chair, talking to the doctor as she checked the baby. "How long have you two been married?" Alia coughed,"We're not married yet." The doctor glanced up at her from the screen. "Well then.. How long have you been together?" "Seven years. He said we'd get married if I ever got pregnant.." The doctor smiled, looking at the screen. "Well, look at that.." Alia blinked, looking at the screen. She smiled happily. "Aww.." "But you're missing something.." "Hm?" Alia snapped her attention to the doctor. "The baby is a boy, dear. And yes, the baby will have psychosis. It was bound to get passed down by both of you." Alia nodded in understanding. "I want you to note take everything that's happening. With the baby, social stress-Anything. Alright?" the doctor handed her a black notebook. Alia nodded, exiting the office. "So?" "She said he was going to have psychosis." Alia said plainly, like he'd expect it. Some women turned their heads. Alia brushed some of her hair aside, a few violet curls in her face now. "Ah.." Nick sighed, standing up. Alia blinked a few times, holding hands with Nick as they left. Alia managed to slip a few dirty looks in as they exited. Nick and Alia's house 6:49 P.M. Living Room Nick was sitting on the floor, his back against the couch. He purred, Alia running her hands through his hair. "Nick?" "Hm?" he blinked, turning around to face her, whom was sitting on the couch. She patted the cushion next to her, smiling. He hopped on the couch, grinning. "After you left, the doctor asked me if we're married.. She seemed skeptical about our relationship.." she frowned, resting her head on his shoulder. He lifted her chin. "They don't have an opinion in our relationship." "I know, lad, but still.." "Ai. Unless they see something happen between you and me, it doesn't matter." he said, planting a kiss on her forehead. She nodded, lacing a hand with his. "Alia..?" "Yeah?" "Do you think we will ever stop getting judged? You know, for our disorders?" "Well, I know that's a no for now. But we still get judged for the age difference we have." she scowled, playing with a lock of his hair. "Seven years of judgement since then.." he sighed, tilting his head back. "Kristofferson." "What?" "That'll be his name, Kristofferson." Nick smiled slightly,"That's a good name.." Alia smiled, leaning up and kissing his cheek. Four months later, Kristofferson Nicholas Howard was born. Alia and Nick got married, and kept it quiet from their parents and family. They didn't say anything about Kristofferson. They moved to a bigger house when their son turned three. Fourteen years later, Kristofferson was going to turn seventeen on the twenty-second of September. He is in senior year, and it is a stormy day, sitting in the principal's office.. "Kristofferson, this is the third detention you're getting this year ALREADY." "I know." "Are you just not learning? Or are these consequences not powerful enough to stop you?" the principal scowled at the boy. His brown eyes had black flecks in them, and he hissed back at her. "If I'm continuing to act like this, it means they're weak." The office door opened and closed, two pairs of feet stepping inside. Click. Alia is 42 and Nick is 41. "Hello Mr. And Mrs. Howard." the principle said, looking up at them. Alia's hair was now purple, curled largely at the ends, and her eyes were blue with violet flecks. Nick's hair was still blonde and his eyes were still brown, he just wore glasses. They were in pretty good shape for their forties. "Hello Principal Calman." Alia said bluntly, sitting down. Nick sat next to her. Kristofferson stared at the floor, fumbling with the blood stain on his gear shop shirt. Alia glanced at him, catching sight of the red. "What happened?" He cut a student with a scalpel while dissecting a cat." Alia and Nick's eyes darted to their son and back at Calman. "Is it bad?" "No. They're in the nurses office however and Jennifer is still in class." Jennifer? That's their daughter. She's a junior. Nick stood up. "I'm going to go apologize for Kristofferson's actions, excuse me." He swiftly exited the room. "Calman, do you mind sending Jennifer up to the office?" "Of course not." Ever since Kristofferson was in school, he was a trouble maker. His sister, Jennifer, was perfect. Like he was living in his little sister's shadow.... The principle walked to the intercom, pressing the button. Jennifer's POV I scribbled down the notes in math, glancing up at the board. When I heard the intercom, everyone about crapped themselves. "Mrs.Macres?" the principle asked. "Yes?" the teacher chirped back, stopping her lesson. I looked up, and so did everyone else, pausing. "Can you send Jennifer Howard to the office ready to go please?" "Of course. "Thank you." The teacher looked at her student, and made a rising gesture. "They want you." said the teacher, pointing to the door. I stood up, grabbing my binders and my water, walking to my locker. I could see the nurses' office from where my locker was, and I saw my dad, apologizing to someone. Shit. My brother is in trouble AGAIN? That's not a freaking surprise. I shoved my binders into my locker, mumbling Irish obscenities. I swung my backpack over my shoulder, walking. As I stepped into the office, my mother was yelling at Kristofferson. "Kristofferson! You don't ****ing cut people just because you're being made fun of! That is UNCALLED FOR!" My father soon stepped in after me. We exchanged glances of confusion, awkwardly sitting down. My mom reminded me of a MLP character named Rarity to be honest. The way her hair is coloured and her eyes.. Kristofferson grumbled under his breath as he grabbed his backpack, walking with us as we left the office. My father sat in the passengers seat, staring out the window. Mom says I'm a lot like dad. And he says Kristofferson and mom are alike, too. Only because of how rude they can be with each other. I looked at the trees, sighing. Mom pulled into our driveway. The whole ride was silent. I was still fascinated on how Kristofferson would do such a thing..and how was he upset? He knows I can help him. And I will.
Bekkaaa <3 This. Is. Genius. I love the description and flow of vents. I love how you make blunt work. I love how the storyline is so perf. :3 BUMP!
,_, though I usually love your writing, I have a little bit of a strife with this one. Can you diagnose psychosis while the child is still developing? It seems a bit unlikely to me...also, I'm a bit confused on the fact that they rarely show symptoms of their diseases, nor does it really go into detail about how it effects their lives, when it seems that they would dominate a large portion of their lives. Also, the daughter knows Irish...? But I loves the MLP reference :3.
Alia and Nick take a steady dosage of their medicine for psychosis, and they kinda figured it can't be avoided since they have it. Kristofferson is on the medicine, and in the story it will say what's happening with him. I plan to explain more though more updates. The mother, Alia, is Irish and taught Jennifer how to speak Irish.
The flashback/explanation Nick does was in an actual role-play, so if you have any questions like,"HOW THE HELL IS THAT POSSIBLE-" PM MommaPie or me xD ----------------- The Howard's residence 7:46 P.M. The dinning table In General POV Everyone began eating in silence when Nick's Tourette's began to act up. "Baa"- he bleated, covering his mouth, setting his glass down. Alia stood up, shuffling through drawers. Kristofferson rolled his eyes, continuing to eat. Jennifer glanced at her brother, then at her father then her mother. Alia had been in a horrible mood lately, with Kristofferson constantly getting in trouble. The only reason Nick said Alia and Kristofferson were alike was because of their attitude. They really were stubborn, but Kristofferson didn't adapt the winning ability when he's arguing. Alia set a pill beside Nick's arm, sitting back down. The pasta slid off Alia's fork multiple times before she started bleating in random languages. "Det räcker nu!" She hissed, slamming her fork beside her plate. She pressed her face into her hands before looking up at everyone. Nick's face was kind of blank, Jennifer practically jumped and Kristofferson glared up at his mother. "What the fuck happened?" "With what?" he responded, continuing to eat like he couldn't sense her anger. "In science. With the scalpel and the student." "I was pissed off." he said, pushing little pasta bow-ties around the plate. Alia glared at her son. "Did you take your pills?" "...no." "God damnit, Kristofferson!" Alia barked, slamming a fist on the table. Nick jumped slightly, adjusting his glasses. Jennifer finished in silence, walking upstairs. "I don't want to take it!" "You have to! Your father and I take our medicine!" "Yeah?! And Jennifer appears to be the only one THAT IS ACTUALLY NORMAL!" Kristofferson raged, standing up and pointing at her. Alia barked back at him,"She has problems too!" "Yeah?! And what are they?! Psychosis?" Nick hesitantly spoke up,"Kristofferson Nicholas, don't raise your voice at your mother like that." "You can't be siding with her! Jennifer doesn't have a disease, does she?!" Nick looked down. Alia scowled, pointing a long, black nail at her son. "Kristofferson. Go. To. Your. Damn. Room." He growled, leaving the dinning room and going upstairs. The Howard's residence 8:30 P.M. Kristofferson's room "Jennifer, get the hell out of my room." Kristofferson hissed, looking at his sister from his doorway. She was sitting on his bed, hugging her sketchbook. "Kristofferson, no. Please, just listen to me.." "Please Jenna, just go. I don't want to start yelling." he said, snatching a pill bottle off his dresser. "Please.." "..Fine," he gave in. "what is this about?" "You." She laid out her sketchbook, a mess of loose pages. She began to arrange them. Her brother squinted, looking at the pages then back at his sister. "What is this?.." "They're all notes, drawings, charts"- "No no no. You're studying me..?" "No. Not that. I'm helping." "Continue." "If you think about it, you've been acting like this for a while.." "I haven't taken my pills since July." "Kris!" "Sorry.." "Anyway.. I seriously need you to work with me. Mom can't put up with it.." "I don't mean to snap, but I'm pretty sure you get tired of having to take prescriptions just for a disease!" Jennifer looked down, biting her lip. "My disease is different." she said, brushing her hair back. She shook her head, and went back to pointing to the mess of papers. Kristofferson shrugged her last comment off, looking though the papers. "Ah.." "So you have to take the medicine, seriously." she said. He nodded in a blank response, words and things swimming though his ears. Alia clapped. "Bed time! It's nine o'clock!" Jennifer jumped up, grabbing her papers and scrambling back to her room. Nick watched her with an odd expression as Alia followed her daughter. Nick stepped into his son's room, whom was staring at the bed. "Kristofferson.." "...Goodnight, dad." "You still need to apologize to your mother for the way you snapped at her." Nick stated sternly, adjusting his glasses. Kristofferson's ice blue eyes darted up to his father's face. "I know," He started. "...Dad?" "Yeah?" "How did you and mom meet, anyway?" Nick bit his lip, leaning against a sea green wall. "Well, it was a while back..." Nick began. Misty Hills Mental hospital. Nick and Alia met in the pill room, and after a while they became close as friends... Nick tackle-hugged Alia to the floor, making the most random of farm animal noises. Alia giggled,"Baa!" Nick's face turned bright red as he brushed his nose against hers, making her face turn a light pink. "A-ah.." Alia leaned up, kissing him gently. "N-Nick.." she said, slowly turning into a dark red. Much later, they were inseparable, even through their ugly arguments, through their fights and breakdowns. They were strong. Kristofferson seemed baffled about the information he heard. "You guys were...?" "In a crazy house, yes. We were let go." "But you were so young then"- Nick raised an eyebrow and continued to talk,"We still are, and your mother is still.. Energetic.." Nick laughed quietly to himself, glad Kristofferson didn't understand. "Anyway, apologize and sleep well kiddo. Picture day is tomorrow." Nick said, kissing his son's head and left Kristofferson's room, going to Jennifer's. Alia walked to the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with a glare stuck on her face. Kristofferson's eyes were slightly watery due to either lack of sleep or he was about to burst into tears. Most likely- "Kristofferson Nicholas Howard." "...Mom, I'm so sorry"- "Sorry doesn't mean anything, ya know?" she said, folding her arms and stepping in his room. "It's just a word. It doesn't bandage the slices and wounds people make in your heart, Kristofferson." He looked down, wiping at his eyes. "You have to show you're sorry. Saying it will never be enough." She sat beside him on his bed, sighing. "Look at me." He looked up, about to start the waterworks. "Don't you ever, EVER snap at me like that again. That was beyond rude." He nodded. "I see you nod, but is anything being PROCESSED? You HAVE to take your damned pills. You HAVE to follow instruction, but you DON'T have to be like everyone else. Okay?" she asked, brushing his light blonde hair out of his face. His lip began to quiver as he pulled his mother into an embrace. "I love you mom." "I love you too, Kristofferson." Picture Day. So far, it's gone well. Kristofferson took his pills, but are they strong enough to stop his rage when it comes to after the pictures and the flashes?