suicide mention

She actually had no idea how long she had stayed in the forest. Or how long she had screamed at Tomas's shade, or even how long she had cried afterwards. In fact, Zora had absolutely no idea how she ended up here at all. No memory of whether she had walked here or driven. She knew that...

Broen was not at all looking forward to this. He had a knot in his stomach worse than anything and he felt like at any minute he was going to vomit and pass out. He didn't want to do this, but he knew he didn't have a lot of choice. Jude was with him, at least. That was one point of contact...

Jude did not have all the facts. In fact, he had very few of the facts. The story he'd been told was partial and incomplete, but it had given him at least one small fact to go digging into. Whatever had happened, Xarrah was there. He knew her well enough, although he wouldn't have considered...

He knew it was him. For a while, he'd assumed it was one of the Genovese--either Angelo or Basilio--but neither had quite made sense. Basilio didn't operate like that, and Angelo... well, Angelo was supposed to be a goody two shoes, the kind of person who'd never think about leaving threatening...

Ishvi had to take a couple of deep breaths before he knocked on Valli's office door. At least he'd remembered something, even though it hadn't come to mind when he'd actually needed it. He felt kind of sick, couldn't even keep it from his face. At first he'd just been trying to get everything in...

Never let it be said that Broen wasn't self aware. He'd been realizing lately that even with the Headmaster gone, something was broken. He was fucked up. It had come to him during his last big argument with Althea. The thought had crossed his mind. I could always kill myself. It hadn't been a...

Broen winced as he slid onto the couch with a beer in his hand. Hair still wet from the shower and muscles still sore from his latest challenge, he stared up at the ceiling. Promising himself he wasn't going to cry again. Everything Rory and Jude said... they were fucking wrong. He couldn't do...

Jude was prepared. Probably overprepared, if he was being honest with himself. He was talking to Broen, not sitting down to write his SATs, but he felt like the latter. It was Friday. The last Friday of summer. Come Monday, he'd be in class, and who knew if Broen would still be hanging around...

Broen was dead tired, but he couldn't sleep. Well, partly that was because he had nowhere to lay his head down. The guest house wasn't safe. He didn't have his stuff from the police yet, so he didn't have his money to get a hotel room. He really only had one option, though he was loathe to use...

Jude knew it was going to be awful. In fact, pretty much no possible outcome was anything less then terrible. The very best case scenario was still awful. He'd gotten there early, ordered a coffee, and then grabbed a table off against the wall. Broen would show up when he did, and Jude fully...

Well, I didn't tell anyone, but a bird flew by Saw what I'd done, he set up a nest outside And he sang about what I'd become Taking place on Feb, 20th. Patients. That's what they called the prisoners here. Patients, because they were being reformed. Patients, because they have issues, they...

((Percival Everest Thatcher’s character introduction/set up.))

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Valli had been providing therapy for more than a decade, but Starlight Academy posed its own unique challenges. He was used to his office, used to the familiarity and the location. His new office had it's own benefits--mostly the proximity to the student base--but wasn't quite home yet. He'd...