Survival Of the Unworthy Chapter 2: Herewood Recovery Camp

First, have you read chapter 1? Chapter 2 begins below.

Aston sat in his room in the dark, just thinking about how much he spent in his room. Everyday Aston tries to not think about that horrible day in his past. But all he seemed to do was think about it. He thought about how vulnerable he was that day and how he never wanted to experience it again. But whenever he went to sleep, those experiences fell into his dreams over and over. Constantly, He’d dreamed about the fire that burned one of the tortured victims, Peace, alive, he dreamed of the balls which fell from the ceiling in the school’s hallways, he dreamed about the blinking on-and-off lights in the hallways that made him experience darkness and fear, he dreamed of the bullet wounds on his hand and his arms from his encounters that day, and the lastly he dreamed about Roxie. Even though Roxie and him went through the same things together and knew she was only a victim, he didn’t want to think or see her. She was a part of his past and his past was packed with horrid imagery of a that day.  It would be better if he’d just forget about it.

Aston was on his way to dozing off, probably to only be awaken by another nightmare. But his alarm clock woke him up and he had to get ready to work with his father. He got out of bed and took his shower. Then after his shower, he went to the kitchen to find two suitcases by the fridge. Then he looked at the fridge confused.

“Dad!” he called out. He moved the suitcases so he could grab some milk for his cereal. As his  father walked into the kitchen, he saw Aston found the suitcases.

“I’m guessing you’re wondering why there are suitcases here?” his father answered. Aston nodded.

Steve didn’t want to tell Aston what was next, but Steve knew that what he was doing for Aston was the right thing to do.

“Aston, I packed those bags for you,” Aston eyes grew wide, thinking of his father sending him back to his mother, back to Portland. Steve saw Aston face. “No, it’s not that. Aston, I’m sending you to get some help. Son, you have to learn how to control your grief or all you will ever do is worry.”

Aston looked at his father not knowing what to say. He didn’t want to leave or experience another change after he had become comfortable living in Texas.

“Where will I be going?” Aston asked his father without looking into his eyes. He felt betrayed all over again. Instead of it being his friend this time, it was his own flesh and blood.

“You will be going to a camp called Herewood Recovery Camp. The camp is in  Idaho Panhandle National Forest. You’ll be living there for a month. You leave tomorrow morning around 9 am.”

Aston looked at his father with such sorrow. He couldn’t believe he being sent to some crazy camp in the woods with crazy, idiotic people. “So you were just going to bail on me like that, without giving it a second thought?” He asked his father. His father looked at him with a straight face. Aston noticed that his father and him were the same height, 5 foot and 11 inches. They both had piercing brown eyes and a stern expression.

“You’re going to leave me in the middle of the woods with strange ‘recovering’ people and expect me to change how I feel about three psychopaths that kept me hostage in my old high school? Dad, if you really think this will change how I am, then you must have lost your mind…just like me,” Aston walked away after he told his father how he felt. He went into his room, laid on his bed facing the ceiling, and took a deep breath. He knew there was no way of getting out of this and he realized he didn’t have the energy to care anymore. He fell into a deep sleep afterward.

*                         *                       *

Roxie walked into the advising office at UCLA, she needed to schedule an appointment with her adviser so she could set-up her a schedule for the fall semester. She knew she had to do it but she didn’t want to. She was actually rethinking going to college, she hated being in lecture halls listening to professors lecture their lessons. She always started daydreaming. When she’d daydreamed, things in her mind begin to surface and always go to that day she hated to remember. Roxie didn’t like it but the only way she could make something of herself is if she went to college. She didn’t want to turn out being like her parents, with no higher education.

“Roxie, I’m so glad you’re here, Can you please come into my office?” Roxie’s adviser Mr. Charles said. Roxie walked into his office and she sat in one of the chairs opposite of Mr. Charles’ desk.

“Mr. Charles, I just want to say I know I haven’t been proficient in school and the school is thinking of getting rid of my scholarship, but I think after the summer sessions, I should be fine, and I’ll be ready to start focusing on my studies,” Roxie explained to her advisor. She really didn’t know if she’d be ready after the summer session. But she knew that she didn’t want to get kicked out of school, not yet at least.

Mr. Charles looked at Roxie and saw the pain she went through. The school wanted to give her a second chance. But they didn’t know if she could ever come back from what she went through. The school gave Mr. Charles the control of Roxie’s fate. Mr. Charles knew Roxie was bright. Also, he knew that he didn’t want her to give up on her future. Mr. Charles was giving her this last opportunity to forget about what happened and move on.

“Roxie, the school and I have decided to give you a second chance. But you have to do something for us in return.” Roxie watched him as he reached into the first drawer of his desk and grabbed a pamphlet. Roxie saw the pamphlet’s title which said “Herewood Recovery Camp.” Then Mr. Charles offered Roxie a smile. “Roxie, the only way to forget about what happened in your past is if you finally grieve and mourn about it. You have to reach recovery or the school won’t give you the scholarship and they will kick you out. Roxie, you are required to go to this camp in Idaho or you won’t be going to UCLA.”

Roxie looked at Mr. Charles with so much shock. She felt outraged but knew that wouldn’t help her situation if she acted upon it. She felt like a sponge with all the emotion she wanted to let out being sucked in all the time. She also felt like a kid again. People were making decision for her that she believed would cause more conflict and disorder.

“Mr. Charles, I can’t go… I can’t go in the middle of nowhere and expect to be so open with my problems. How am I supposed to get to Idaho? I expect the school will just pay for my expenses, or am I suppose to dip into the lovely trust fund my drunk, idiot parents left me?” Roxie asked with a hint of sarcasm at the end. She hated the control that almost everybody seems to have on her. The only way she could express her feelings was if she hurt someone else’s.

“Your boyfriend Michael has volunteered to take care of your expenses to Idaho. You leave tomorrow around ten, both of you. Pack your bags. Ms. Roxie, you have a long summer ahead of you.” Mr. Charles replied quickly, he grabbed his briefcase and left his office.  Roxie was shocked at what he told her.

Michael is in on his she thought.

“This is the time for second chances Roxie.” Mr. Charles whispered. Roxie scowled at the statement. Mr. Charles left his office and Roxie finally understood that she was and always will be…alone.

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What Happened to Reese: Chapter One

“We are bound by the secrets we share.”

                                                -Zoe Heller, What Was She Thinking? 

All seven of them looked at Reese. Reese wasn’t moving, he wasn’t laughing like his usually self. Reese wasn’t even making funny faces. He just laid down on the ground.

“Reese?” Pete called. Reese didn’t respond. Pete looked down at his friend stunned, not knowing what to do. Kaly went over to Reese and held his hand up but it just fell back down. She gasped and went over to Pete and held his hand. Pete didn’t move, he didn’t know what to do.

“You guys, Reese can’t be dead. I mean we didn’t mean to…we didn’t mean to,” Kerry whined. Carrie looked at him with so much disgust.

“It’s your fault. If you just listened to him. He wouldn’t even be in this predicament,” Carrie yells at Kerry. Kerry went up to Carrie’s face.  Carrie didn’t back down, all she did was look him in the eyes.

“Don’t Mixed our problem with this. Not With Pete!”

“He was in this problem as soon as you–” Carrie didn’t get to finish her sentence.

“STOP! We have to figure out what we are going to do,” Pete yelled. Carrie and Kerry stared each other down one more time and then they back away from each other. Selene walked up to Reese and felt his pulse. She heard a faint heartbeat which meant that Reese was still alive. She finally breathes and gave everybody a nod. Everybody was able to breathe knowing that he was still alive.

“We are going to have to call the ambulance and the police,” Selene told the group. She was really close to Reese. He was like a brother to her and he meant the world to everybody in the group. Some people nodded their head when Selene told everybody that they were going to have to call the police but some was refused.

“We shouldn’t have to call the police. If you didn’t blab or if you just kept your mouth shut, none of this would have happened.” Roma screamed at Selene. Her heavy Brazilian accent made it hard for everybody to understand her. Selene didn’t have anything to say to her. Right now, she was just worried about her friend. Reese shouldn’t have been the one that suffered. He was the main one that tried to bring the group back together but he was the one that ended up in a coma. Selene knew life was unfair.

“We can’t tell anyone what happened.” Kerry announced.

“So what are we suppose to say? This is mainly your fault,” Carrie replied. She was tired of Kerry thinking he was in charge. Kerry caused all the troubles that was happening in the group.

“No, he’s right. If we tell anybody what actually happened then each  and every one of us will get in trouble even Reese. We have to make up a story and then everybody must agree, in no way, we change the story or add anything else to the story. We have a story, we must keep the story,” Selene said to everybody. Mostly, everybody was surprise she agreed with Kerry. Carrie couldn’t even look at Selene, she just glared angrily at Kerry.

“No, I won’t. This was our friend and he suffered because what all of us did,” Pete expressed to Selene. Selene rolled her eyes, she loved Pete, but he and her never agreed on anything. They were always competing with each other and sometimes it was tiring. She was about to say something but then Kaly cut her off.

“Petey, she’s right. You might lose your Stanford Acceptance thingy.” Kaly looked at Pete with puppy eyes, and she put her hand on his arm. Everybody in the group knew Kaly could persuade Pete to do anything so they knew Pete wouldn’t talk.

Calvin looked at Reese and told everybody that he called the ambulance. Calvin wasn’t as close to the group as everybody else was. He started hanging with a different group when he was going with Samantha. But when they broke up, then he begin to hang out with the group again but now, at this very moment, he didn’t want to look or talk to them anymore. Calvin agreed with Kerry, though. He couldn’t let the police into his life, right now. He had too many secrets.

“The story that we tell the paramedics is he was skateboarding on the railing right next to the grassy hill, and he lost control of his skateboard. After that he begin to fall and roll down the hill. He ended up hitting his head on a tree and next thing we know, he fell into a coma,” Kerry explains. Everybody look at him like it was the worst idea they ever heard but they all knew that the police and the hospital would believe the story since Reese was sent to the office so many times for skateboarding.

*               *              *

4 months later

“…And that how the story started. Kerry pushed us into saying Reese was in a coma because he was in a skateboarding accident.” Carrie explained to the guidance counselor James,” Gemini (Gemmy) James couldn’t get the kids to explain to her what happened on November 1. She couldn’t even get them to tell her what happened to Reese. It was already March and these kids have said the same story for forever until now. Gemmy was growing tired, and she wanted the kids to come clean. But they never said anything except Reese is in a coma and he fell of his skateboard.

It had been four months since the accident happen and the kids were to come to the guidance office everyday so they could explain how they felt about Reese going into a coma. Gemmy didn’t realize, until today, that the topic has change from how did they felt about the accident into what actually happened to Reese.

“Okay you guys, we have some missing clues to the puzzle. Are you guys telling me that Reese is in a coma because of something you did?” Gemmy announced to the group. They were all sitting in a circle and looking around the room. This meant they knew something or did something that put Reese into the coma.

“I’m losing my patience. I’ve continually told you, what you say in the group, stays in the group. So can you at least tell me something?” Gemmy asked the group. None of them spoke up and so Gemmy begin to pack up her stuff until Calvin said something.

“Look, Ms. James, we are scared. We are scared for Reese, and we are scared for all of us.” Gemmy didn’t want Calvin to speak that much. She like him too much and didn’t want him in this predicament, but he was Reese’s friend and all of his close friends had to be here.

“This is a confidential meeting. This will stay between you guys and I. These meeting will continue until somebody tells me something. All of your parents are worried about you, and they are not going to stop bothering me until I get something out of you. So please tell me something other than that day Reese went into coma,” Gemmy asked the group. The group all looked at each other like they wanted to say something, but didn’t.

“You know what…whatever; I’m just going to tell her,” Pete said. Kaly tapped his leg and gave him a look. “I’m tired of being quiet…you wanna how this started? It all started with you, Ms. James.”

Gemmy looked at all the student in the room; Carrie Coppleman, Selene Mchaven, Kaly Evergreen, Pete Pailet, Calvin Hubersmith, Kerrington Arhmest, and Roma Manuellen all nodded saying she was the cause of their troubles.

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Summer’s Over! Back to School (Update)

School’s back in session and we have to attend to all of our studies. It’s not too sad. Some of us are graduating this year! Yay to all the seniors! Make Doc’s Castle Media proud.

This posting is simply an update for Doc’s Castle Media. I, Doc, am a Communication major. So you guys are in luck because this entire semester will be geared to improving Doc’s Castle Media. Some of my work can be used to promote this blog site. It’s great, right!?

I’m taking five course this semester. To name them all, I’m taking web design, print design, an editing and publishing class, building your own brand, and a random English class. All of these courses were chosen by me to help tailor Doc’s Castle Media. So lookout for some new stuff coming your way.
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I will be posting some work for portfolio viewing on Doc’s Castle Media. To any of you communication majors out there, by all means, look over my work and take note. Doc’s Castle Media isn’t just for entertainment, but it’s also here for you to learn. I don’t mind being your example for if you’re looking into doing communications. Just don’t take my stuff because I will find out about it and pursue you like you killed my grandmother.

Also, a few of the weekly blogs will be taken from Doc’s Castle Media due to lack of availability to post those blogs. Sorry guys. School and work will be a bother. But I have not forgotten about you. I’m sure that once I get into the swing of things, you will have more blogs to read. Don’t forget that I’m also open for suggestions and guest bloggers are always welcomed.

Thanks for the support guys! You’re motivating me to keep writing for you all. We feel the love and appreciate it dearly.