the future was so ominous, especially for a person that lived within the now. most of the students here didn’t have a plan, they didn’t have a course of action to take and instead they lived each day as it came to them. it was like a natural reaction coupled with animal instinct which was honestly what most of these students acted upon. seriously, warren could even attest to this and though he was more refined then most students that attended this school, he wasn’t adept to the ways of the world. all they could do was try and make the right choices – if they managed to do so then they succeeded in this life already. they took the chances, they were the dreamers and the realists that surrounded them helped keep them grounded. to expect anything more from them would be a crime in it’s own regard. breath and do what felt right. that was the best advice that he could give someone and honestly when he explained it in that manner, people understood where he was coming from. even his own therapists, who always tried outwitting him.

it was for that reason that warren didn’t focus on the future. he’d give the bare minimum from college applications, running his own business, to experiencing love. extra effort would bring about failure and until he simply found himself wound up and caught within his targets goal, then he wouldn’t stress over something that he couldn’t control. like he stated earlier it was all about instinct, that gut feeling that could make the most confident man’s knees quiver with uneasiness and second guess himself. warren fitzgerald refused to be that person, especially after all the shit he’d been through in his life. he’d come too far to give up.

he smiled kindly at her as he listened to her speak and then nodded with approval. ”i can sit up here and preach but i won’t.” he spoke softly, his words damp with understanding. ”you’re a lot like me jade and i told myself that i would never let someone hold power over me, that no one would ever influence me but i can’t say that anymore.” laughed the boy, while bringing his hand to his brow, scratching gently before glancing over at the younger female. warren didn’t want to be her life coach, she’d make her own choices and powerful females wouldn’t listen to him. jade rollins wasn’t like the other girls that came to see him. the ones who bitched about pregnancy, their periods, which drug to use so their appearances were still desirable, or if their right boob was bigger than their left. he’s heard it all and though there seemed to be no hope for women, there then came jade. strong, confident, and ready to face an army with such tenacity. ”i’m not saying that and we both know you can have any man that you wanted, even if you dressed in a nun outfit.”

it was apparent that she’d never been ton one of his sessions because warren wouldn’t get down on her like that of a therapist. breathing in deeply, he cracked a smile and shook his head. ”i’m not saying anything is wrong with you, per say. you have to look at it this way, there are so many people on this earth and they each have their own set of issues. officials of this school labels us as degenerates, sociopaths, and they treat us for disorders and diseases these normal people can’t face. whose to say that we’re wrong though? whose to say that we’re not who god wanted us to be? they separate us because they fear us and that’s all it’s really about. the survival of the fittest and this day in age, that means everything.” he said sincerely, as he listened to her talk about her mother and the woman’s jealousy issues.

”point proven, you have a gift use it to our advantage – “ he faltered as the girl told him that he was really helping these kids. warren hadn’t started out so honest in these little meetings but there was a reason so many people came to him. so many people looking for answers they’d never get elsewhere. ”thanks.”

the idea to become a therapist on his own accord was a very toxic one. it played with boundaries and the notion of ethical behavior. one could think they were helping someone but only further wound them. that was something that he quickly pushed to the side when helping his patients. the ones brave enough to seek out alternative treatment from a truly subjective point of view. there was never any judgment from his end but rather a calm front where two people would walk through the choices together. he’d make them realize right from wrong in a respectable sense without making them feel guilty about their choices in the end. that was of course you pissed him off and then he’d truly become the world’s worst person to talk to. it was like his tongue was like that of acid, truly corruptible, as people constantly sought to please him. for example, he’d make the good girls panties drop, he’s made the straight guys go gay, he’s made a people cut themselves but not once did these people blame him. he was a martyr in his eyes and that made him smile from ear to ear. manipulation was his greatest weapon, one that he wielded so terribly well. ”you’d be surprised at what it would take you to go back on that statement. everyone has that weakness, one simply has to find the on and off switch and they could have you eating out their hands in a matter seconds.” he smiled with a playful wink. ”you should because those legs might bring the right kind of attention.” he said looking down at them, smile toying at the corner of his lips.

no one was broken. it was something that he told all his patients. people liked to think they were scattered, torn apart, unfixable but who was anyone to say they were broken. human nature formed them, they were given certain things because a higher power wanted them this way. it was what made them unique, flaws was their barcodes so nature could tell them apart. if everyone was the same, what would be the point in living? ”it makes me sad, angry, frustrated.” he said catching onto her little joke before rolling his eyes and taking another long drag on his smoke.

warren caught the woman staring at his smoking habit and he gave her cautious stare, simply brushing her peeved behavior to the side. smoking was his way of keeping his emotions in check, simply allowing the nasty habit to distract him from the annoying things that other people tended to showcase around him. ”well that’s what i have but for me it’s like i become a different person, someone you should really be scared of.” he laughed slightly, remembered the last time he lost control. he’d went chaotic in a store and nearly ignited the place up in flames. the boy was never charged though because his medical condition was documented and since he was undergoing treatment, one could never hold him responsible. ”what about you jade? what the hell is wrong with you?” he asked, wanting to break the ice.

warren was one of the best therapists believe it or not. on a daily basis, he listened to so many teenagers complain about their lives and their issues that he felt like he knew each one directly. oddly enough, he even cared about them and that was what their business thrived upon. in fact that was how the lost boys came about. the doctors that aided them at this school didn’t take into consideration the personalities that aided these children. they based their conditions on a simple diagnosis and they could care less about making them feel better. the more teenager they simply doped up and kept at this school meant more funding from the state and no one getting out early, which meant their treatment wasn’t bad but simply numbing the pain each kid felt. it was warren who understand them all as a person, he knew what drove them to this behavior and what he could do to help them in other ways. his practices might be unethical and professionals would call him delusional but he helped out these kids more than a doctor with a phd could.

he even had a fan club at this school and girls loved to swoon at his feet knowing there was a man like him on campus. people flocked to him like a candle in the wind. it would be a dangerous journey but the moths always made their way to them without struggle. if they burned, then they burned knowing someone cared about them, even only for a few desperate moments in a stall that was covered with rumors, lies, and the desperate cries of attention from their peers. it was here everyone was equal and that was something jade could take a learning from. ”well believe it or not, people don’t think you have a standard. we all know that it doesn’t take much to get you out of those skirts…and from i hear, you’re one that likes to leave them on during sex.” he teased at her, knowing that carter was making up rumors as to the reason the other girl always wore such clothes for easy access into her snatch.

as the other confessed that she meant her words in a double standard, warren shrugged at the other and smiled softly. ”well no one gives me the chance to talk about my problems and the issues concerning my patients are top secret.” he winked as his brought his fingers to his lips and made a locking notions. as he listened to the other question him about his past and everything that she wanted to know about him. ”there isn’t much to know…but i guess i can give you a bit of information on me, especially since i don’t make it a point to hide it.” laughed the older boy while shaking his head and pulling forth another smoke. ”most people don’t know that i have a disorder…i’ve overcome it for the most part….and if i wasn’t in control you’d see that side of me. just know that if i lost control, not even saul would be able to stop me.” he concluded before continuing on. ”ever heard of intermittent explosive disorder?” he asked knowing there would be more questions coming at him sooner or later.