Post by jitterbug on Nov 18, 2010 15:49:22 GMT 1
My very first short fic. Please comment
Very short - May be more to come?
Jimmi was sitting at the far end of the wall. Everyone else had gone to the meeting Elaine had called. He liked Elaine, and he didn’t want to let her down while she was still finding her feet at the mill but he just had to get out. He had barely been listening to his last patient, and the first chance he had to escape from his little office, he took.
Jimmi sat there with his knees in front of his chest and his hands on the side of his face. He rubbed them over his eyes and through his hair. The overwhelming feeling of anxiety was getting too much for him. He would have gone inside and scrubbed his hands with soap had it not been for his need for fresh air. Instead, Jimmi just sat there, contemplating how alone he felt. It would look like he was in a mood to anyone watching but as much as he tried to smile and go back inside, he just couldn’t summon the willingness to move.
He didn’t always feel like this. Sometimes it would be quite subtle and other days, he would hardly notice it at all, but the inevitable days came where it would be all he could think about. How anxious he was, how unclean he felt, how he couldn’t tell anyone because they just wouldn’t understand.
Jimmi looked up and caught sight of someone in the periphery of his vision. He turned to see Julia walking towards him. Jimmi got ready for the stern words coming his way about being late, but as Julia got closer, he saw she wasn’t frowning in an aggressive manner, but concerned. She slowed down as she got to him and lent against the wall Jimmi was sitting on.
‘Hey, you left pretty sharpish, is everything ok?’
Julia was one of his closest friends, and despite being his boss, there was no-one he’d rather be around than her. It was strange to think he’d only been working there for a year. Jimmi almost managed a smile, but it made him look more pathetic than ever.
‘I’m fine’ he lied, ‘I just needed some air’
Julia lent her head to the side and narrowed her eyes. ‘Come on Jimmi, I know you better than that and the only time you say ‘I’m fine’ like that is when you’re clearly not, now I know something is bothering you, and I’m not going to leave until you tell me!’
Jimmi turned away from her and put his head back in his hands. ‘It’s just….. it’s…… it just gets a bit’.
Jimmi’s eyes started to well up. He hated not being able to articulate what he was trying to say but the words just weren’t coming to him. Jimmi took a deep breath. ‘I don’t know why, it’s just sometimes it gets quite bad, and I don’t know how to deal with it when it does, I mean, usually there’s a reason but’,
Jimmi looked into her sympathetic eyes, as another tear dropped from his own. ‘It’s….. my OCD, it just flares up sometimes without warning and … I mean, it’s usually when I’m stressed or if something triggers it, but it’s just come out of the blue…… It just makes it worse’.
Julia lent her head on his shoulder and squeezed her hand on the other. ‘Oh Jimmi, you should have said before, how long has this been going on?’ Jimmi tried to rub the tears away but they just kept coming. ‘Since I was a kid.’ His speech was slow as he tried to stop his lip quivering. ‘When ……’ Jimmi took a deep breath. ‘When my mum died, my dad, he…… he would lock me in the cupboard under the stairs. He’d forget I was there and go to the pub….. I’d be there for hours’.
Jimmi started to rub his hands but Julia reached out and took hold of them. ‘What about your sister?’ she asked, sensitively. Jimmi tried to control his voice but his emotions took hold again and he found it hard to speak. ‘She would be too scared to let me out.’ ‘I would kick and scream but …….’ Jimmi couldn’t control it any more, big, fat tears rolled down his cheeks as he lent into Julia and sobbed.
‘Come on, I’m taking you back to my house, you’re not going to be alone tonight.’
Very short - May be more to come?
A tender moment
Jimmi was sitting at the far end of the wall. Everyone else had gone to the meeting Elaine had called. He liked Elaine, and he didn’t want to let her down while she was still finding her feet at the mill but he just had to get out. He had barely been listening to his last patient, and the first chance he had to escape from his little office, he took.
Jimmi sat there with his knees in front of his chest and his hands on the side of his face. He rubbed them over his eyes and through his hair. The overwhelming feeling of anxiety was getting too much for him. He would have gone inside and scrubbed his hands with soap had it not been for his need for fresh air. Instead, Jimmi just sat there, contemplating how alone he felt. It would look like he was in a mood to anyone watching but as much as he tried to smile and go back inside, he just couldn’t summon the willingness to move.
He didn’t always feel like this. Sometimes it would be quite subtle and other days, he would hardly notice it at all, but the inevitable days came where it would be all he could think about. How anxious he was, how unclean he felt, how he couldn’t tell anyone because they just wouldn’t understand.
Jimmi looked up and caught sight of someone in the periphery of his vision. He turned to see Julia walking towards him. Jimmi got ready for the stern words coming his way about being late, but as Julia got closer, he saw she wasn’t frowning in an aggressive manner, but concerned. She slowed down as she got to him and lent against the wall Jimmi was sitting on.
‘Hey, you left pretty sharpish, is everything ok?’
Julia was one of his closest friends, and despite being his boss, there was no-one he’d rather be around than her. It was strange to think he’d only been working there for a year. Jimmi almost managed a smile, but it made him look more pathetic than ever.
‘I’m fine’ he lied, ‘I just needed some air’
Julia lent her head to the side and narrowed her eyes. ‘Come on Jimmi, I know you better than that and the only time you say ‘I’m fine’ like that is when you’re clearly not, now I know something is bothering you, and I’m not going to leave until you tell me!’
Jimmi turned away from her and put his head back in his hands. ‘It’s just….. it’s…… it just gets a bit’.
Jimmi’s eyes started to well up. He hated not being able to articulate what he was trying to say but the words just weren’t coming to him. Jimmi took a deep breath. ‘I don’t know why, it’s just sometimes it gets quite bad, and I don’t know how to deal with it when it does, I mean, usually there’s a reason but’,
Jimmi looked into her sympathetic eyes, as another tear dropped from his own. ‘It’s….. my OCD, it just flares up sometimes without warning and … I mean, it’s usually when I’m stressed or if something triggers it, but it’s just come out of the blue…… It just makes it worse’.
Julia lent her head on his shoulder and squeezed her hand on the other. ‘Oh Jimmi, you should have said before, how long has this been going on?’ Jimmi tried to rub the tears away but they just kept coming. ‘Since I was a kid.’ His speech was slow as he tried to stop his lip quivering. ‘When ……’ Jimmi took a deep breath. ‘When my mum died, my dad, he…… he would lock me in the cupboard under the stairs. He’d forget I was there and go to the pub….. I’d be there for hours’.
Jimmi started to rub his hands but Julia reached out and took hold of them. ‘What about your sister?’ she asked, sensitively. Jimmi tried to control his voice but his emotions took hold again and he found it hard to speak. ‘She would be too scared to let me out.’ ‘I would kick and scream but …….’ Jimmi couldn’t control it any more, big, fat tears rolled down his cheeks as he lent into Julia and sobbed.
‘Come on, I’m taking you back to my house, you’re not going to be alone tonight.’