Nathanael glanced over at Reid. "It's pretty out there, isn't it?" he muttered with a tiny smile. Would this guy even bother talking back though? Probably not. Oh well. "I wish I was out there. So much nicer than this boring place, right?" Why did he even bother saying this stuff out loud? Reid probably wouldn't answer or anything, so what was the point? But Nathanael loved to talk; he couldn't help it. "But you probably wouldn't care," he continued, his voice a little quieter as he stared out the window. "You don't seem to care about anything... But I bet that isn't true. You have to care about something, right?"
((Sorry I randomely disappeared yesterday, something came up.))
Reid looked at Nathaneal, and gave him a lopsides I-don't-care smile.
"And why should I care about anything?" he asked, though it was more if a retorical question. He shrugged and stared outside, it would be nicer out there then in here. Out there he could expend energy and in here he just had to sit and not care about anything anyone did or said.
"An'way peo'le don'' try and make frien's wit' ya, w'y shoul' I wit' 'em?" Olivia asked herself, some of the other patients seemed to scoot away from her because she was talking to herself. Sure her speech was mumbled, slurred, and slow, but it could be under stood if you paid attention. "Beads are pre''y." she told herself, her mind changing subjects from her discussion about friendship. "There are so many differen' desig's an' colors..." she added.
Nathanael knew the question probably wasn't meant to be answered, but he replied anyway. "Because if you don't care about anything, you've got nothing to live for," he said, keeping his gaze out the window.
"So there's absolutely nothing in your life that you care about? Or used to care about? No family, friends, pets, places..." He shook his head, glancing at Reid with an almost saddened half-smile. "Might as well be dead, then."
Reid gave Nathaneal a rather dark look,
"Maybe that's what I want." he said. He then allowed himself to relax, "Then again maybe I just don't care." he added. He looked back outside at the lovely scenery. He didn't see how this place could help him, so why should he be forced to stay here? He didn't reallyc are there, here or esle where didn't matter, it wouldn't bring his brother back.
Olivia listened to the boys conversation. She looked over at them and outside the window form where she was seated. Then went back to looking at her shoes and talking with herself. This was a time she'd been told to 'socialize', 'make friends', and 'get to know the othe rpatients'. She hoped this wasn't a test becuase she was failing, she had only talking a little bit to Nathaneal, everyone else seemed to be trying to guve her her space since she was talking to herself.
"You want to be dead?" But Nathanael wasn't really all that surprised. He used to feel the same, at times, when he had a hangover or something. But still, it wasn't like he actually meant it...
He sighed, frowning at Reid, determined to find something he cared about. Anything. "Don't you care about anything at all? Surely you're not just some empty shell walking around, right? That's useless."
"Why do I need to care about anything?" Reid said, he crossed his arms on his chest and looked at Nathaneal, he seem to be determined to try and get Reid to admit that he cared about something. Reid kept his I don't care look on his face, but was just as determined to not admit to anything to Nathaneal, the boy knew nothing of his life or of what he'd been through.
Nathanael raised a brow. "Because what's the point of living if nothing's worth caring for? If everything's nothing to you, worthless? If everything's worthless, doesn't that mean that even your own life is worthless too?" This guy was tough to crack, wasn't he. But Nathanael couldn't give up now.
Reid raised his eyebrows and whistled threw his teeth while he thought of how to respond. Nathaneal was right, life was worthless without something toc are for. Then again he couldn't think of anything to care for.
"I guess life is worthless then." he said shrugging then he gave a harsh chuckle and lok edup at the ceiling, "You ain't gonna find anything I care about, Nathaneal." he said. He looked back outside and then down to check his finger nails, still keeping his I-don't-care face on.
Nathanael frowned at the thought of losing, and sighed. How could Reid really not care about anything? He stared at the window for a moment, trying to think of what to say next. Pretty much nothing was coming to mind now. But he was determined not to lose this. "Did someone die?" he asked quietly, his eyes a little sad as they flickered to Reid's uncaring expression. "Because if that's why you don't care, then I get it."
The question struck a nerve for Reid. He struggle dto keep his face calm. For someone reason when this boy asked him the question it stung more then when the counselors asked it.
"None of you buisness." Reid siad, he quit leaning on the wall and turning walked away, he looked down at his nails. It was a nervous tick of his, he mad eit look like he just didn't care and was bored when he did it, but he was really doing it when he felt nervous. He did also do it when he was bored, but mostly when he was nervous.
Olivia looked up when teh conversation abruptly stopped. She watched Reid stalk off and got out of her chair. She walked over to tehw indow to see if something out there had made him suddenly leave. She guessed it was the personal question that Nathaneal had asked though.
Olivia placed her small hands on the window sill, glad she was tall enough to look out with having to stand on her toes or anything, she felt small enough already in here. Everyone seemed to tower over her.
Nathanael watched him leave sadly, suddenly hating that he had asked. So someone had died. Even without a straight up yes, it was obvious. He turned back to the window with a small sigh. "I just can't do anything right, can I?" he muttered. He glanced at Olivia for only a second before looking out at the sky again. "But I guess it's okay. I guess."
Olivia looked up at Nathaneal, not sure what tos ay, she'd always been horrible at articulating things. She pushed herself up so she was sitting on the window sill and her legs were hanging down, kicking the wall slightly. She fiddled with her hecklace adn shrugged, she felt anxious and kept her eyes on her swinging feet.
"May'e i's jus' him." she mumbled slowly, half to Nathaneal, half to no one imparticular.
Nathanael gave a small brotherly smile, watching her play with her pretty beads, looking so nervous. What was she nervous about? He sighed as his smile faded, and he pressed his forehead to the cold glass.
"No..." he murmured. "It's not just him. But if I'm right, and someone did die that he really cared about, then I can understand why nothing else really matters to him now. If that person meant the world to him."
Olivia just listened, guessing that it was just the best thing right now, besides she hated talking to people, she sounded so slow and idiotic. She looked back out of the window, nothing much was happening out there, but the colours were so bright and happy. She then went back to looking at her shoes, she tilted her head looking at the laces, she should put beads on the laces, they'd be so pretty that way. She wished she could go to her room and get her beads.
"I wish I coul' git my beads." sh emumbled to herself, she stared at the door, which was closed and then glanced at the clock.
"More beads?" Nathanael's smile came back again, brighter this time. She had even more of those amazing, gorgeous things? His eyes flickered to the door; was it locked? Probably. Frowning as he thought, he chewed absently on his thumbnail. Could they try the window? Nah, that would be locked too, wouldn't it? "Your beads at your place? Where are they?" he asked, studying the window up and down, every detail.
"In my room...'ere." she said slowly like she was thinking what to say out as she spoke. She looked at her shoe laces again, yeah they were broing, they needed beads, or atleast something to make it broghter. Her counsoler here, her personal counselor thought she had MPD or something becuase of the way she worked. She was normally very sad and depressed all the time except for the fact she loved brightly colored beads and strings. Olivia had even snuck some into here even though she wasn't supposed to becuase it was a hazard to sui.cdial patients.
"Ah, you're room, right," Nathanael muttered, though he wasn't really paying much attention. He bit his lip for a moment, still thinking, then flipped the locks on the window and shoved it open, grinning as the fresh air hit his face. "So much better this way." Realising Olivia was sitting on the sill, he held her sleeve, hoping she wouldn't fall out the window or anything; that could be bad.
Olivia jerked her sleeve out of Nathaneal's grip and gave him a don't-touch-me look. She then slung her legs over so they hung outside too. There was a fresh breeze blowing, it brushed lightly against her face, make little bit of hair that was outside of her braids. Nathaneal hadn't really been interested in what she'd siad. Maybe she was too slow, or maybe he just was interested in what she to say, either way she guessed she'd better stay quiet then if he didn't want to listen. Nobody wanted to listen, that's why she usaully just spoke to herself.
Reid sat down in a corner, his arms across his chest, though actually it was just his left arm across his chest, his other hand was up, palm facing him, fingers curled down as he inspected his nails. He was angry at Nathaneal for hitting a nerve, the counselors had brought up death in the family before sure, but he'd never felt the way he had when Nathaneal mentioned it.
Nathanael sighed, clearly depressed now. Even the fresh air wasn't helping. Why was everyone always so mad at him? Couldn't he do anything right? Probably not. He could never please anyone. Make anyone happy. Ever. He wanted to talk - about anything, really - but kept his mouth shut. Apparently everything he said or did was unsatisfactory. He simply stared out at the sky, wishing he was a bird.
Olivia looked up at Nathaneal, even with him standing and her seating on a window ledge he was taller. She looked outside, she wanted to be able to jump out of window and just be able to soar and float in the air. But she coudln't she kenw that, if she jumped out of this window she'd turn to an rather ugly spalt on the parking lot below.
Nathaneal seemed depressed about somthing, Olivia fiddled withher necklace, spinning the beads on the string, her fingers playing with that had the Greek letter, Ʊ on it. She couldn't remember why she'd put an omega on it, but she had craved it into the bead sometime, she was probably drunk when she did it that's why she couldn't remember it, that would also explain why the omega was a bit crooked.