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Brenner studies you intently. "Y/N, you probably didn't think you weren't being closely monitored after what happened. It was obvious that we would monitor the situation, trying to figure out if you can live in a school environment after..." You stop him here. "I don't need to remind me. It wasn't my fault," you say, but it sounds more like a weak defense. Brenner is still looking at you. "We are always responsible for our actions. Maybe you really were in the wrong place at the wrong time, but what happened ended up in the newspapers. Your mind has been damaged by the incident, and your behavior has changed. Everyone has their own opinion on this, and that doesn't matter. But we had to figure out if you were socially dangerous." You jump at those words. "I'm not socially dangerous!" Brenner is still studying you. "I know. Your parents are dying of shame, while you live in trauma. But what about the rabble? They only look at what's on the documents. And you know what's written." "You know it to the point of hurting yourself." "So, Creel..." Brenner turns on the radio. "There's a song you don't recognize," he vouched for you. He said you have a difficult personality but you're scared and alone. You're not bad. You're not dangerous or unstable or a budding slacker. So you can stay. Now... do you have any questions?" A question itches. And it's to know more about Patty Newby and Henry's past. But you have no intention of asking this man anything. It might raise strange questions. Why are you interested? you lean against the back of the car Right, why? "No, I... everything's okay," you say quietly. Brenner studies you calmly. "The questions will come in due time, then," he says mockingly, then silence falls, broken only by classical music.You recognize Debussy's Claire de Lune.The song from your last dance recital. That seems like a very bad omen to you.

You arrive in perfect silence in front of the immense hospital structure. You look at it and it seems even bigger and more threatening even though it's just a building. Maybe because now you know your parents' deception, maybe because now you know that if it weren't for your history teacher, you would be locked up in there. Instead, Creel had a good word for you. He decided, despite everything, to give you another chance. Despite the challenges, the jokes, and the provocations, he saw something in you worthy of being saved.

you don't know whether to be more moved or surprised that Creel of all people gave you achance. In the end, you've always been rude and arrogant with him. But he saw behind your armor; he saw a wounded creature. You calmly enter the lab, following Brenner. Inside, the usual slow hum of machinery, a static neon light, and the walls of a suffocating bench greet you. You'd die if you had to live there for the rest of your life. It's too white. Too cold. Brenner stops in front of a door. "This is your room, y/n." You look at it. It's a nondescript door. Gray. But what's worse is that there's a name tag with your name on it. As if you were a prisoner. "As if I were a guinea pig. "In bed for tonight. I know your stomach isn't well. Don't worry. I'm a doctor and I recognize the signs of food poisoning. You were stubborn in going to class today. That also worked in your favor. The decision to do the right thing. You isn't no longer your parents' golden child. But you isn't a criminal either. Who is you ? We'll see together. I think it'll be interesting. Now, inside. Up at seven-thirty," he says and leaves you in front of the door.The interior is small and bare. The walls are white, and in the right corner there's a small iron bed with white sheets and a brown blanket. There's an iron closet where you store your things. It feels like a prison and you almost feel suffocated. You're in a cage. Well, not forever. You put on your teddy bear pajamas, brush your teeth in the sink, then crawl into bed. With a grimace, you realize the mattress is hard. This bed is uncomfortable. It has nothing to do with your old bed at home, large and regal, nor with the comfortable, colorful bed at college. You curl up, scared for your future, uncertain of the present, devastated by the past. Then you think back to Henry Creel. You see his frown again. You see his eyes again. You see his manner. He believed in you. Despite everything you did to him, Henry Creel believed in you. He didn't write you off as a hopeless case, a rebel. He didn't give up on you like your parents did. Your mother's pity. Your father's contempt. Henry believed in you when he had every reason to vote against you along with Tanner and Potter. Instead he voted for you like Bob and Joyce. Little by little you fall asleep and in your dream, you find it.

so there was a vote on whether to keep y/n in school or not... why?

Claire de Lune is the first song Bella hears in Edward's car. It's another cryptic reference/homage to Jamie (he was supposed to be Edward, but they cast him as Caius).

Eddie was actually about to attack Brenner.. but he didn't out of respect for y/n

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You don't immediately understand who this guy is. But he's definitely not a scientific genius. From a professor, you would have expected a serious mug. Brown. Or at most with a quote or a print of a city or art. But this guy..." Who would he be?" Henry Creel dodges your question with his ears on fire and begins his rant. "It's lemonade! It will help your poor stomach. Sushi should be banned by law! It's dangerous. All raw foods are, even vegetables if not washed well. There are so many dangerous bacteria. You don't mess around with these things. Mom always said to eat porridge, well-cooked red meat, Ovaltine, and jellies. Safe foods. Healthy foods. Milk. A little coffee, but not too much. And instead now... sushi! I also ate McDonald's sandwiches on the sly, but sushi! Things from another world! You have to eat healthily and responsibly." You decide to challenge him again. He sounds like a grumpy old bachelor. "And Brenner?" Henry Creel stares at you. "Brenner... well, Brenner's diet was even more restrictive. But doctors are like that. But you'll notice tomorrow. Do what he tells you. It can be bizarre." Here, Henry Creel suppresses a grimace. So he knows you know his past. At least part of it. "But you had an argument." Henry points to the cup. "It's none of your business. You obey. Do what he wants and leave him to his... research. But above all, obey me. You don't listen to me. We've started off on the wrong foot and I can't allow that." "But one word struck you." "Research?" Henry Creel sits down in front of you. "He's a doctor. Every patient is research. He won't harm you." He almost seems cautious. But then he looks at you very badly. "Now, I read your file. I read the before... and after. You have potential. You had excellent grades. You were..." here you stop him "a person I am no longer. We'll see what I can do about the grades. Is there still detention left?" you say smiling. Creel looks at you coldly. "Of course. You're only here because you're sick. And I'm not Potter or Tanner. You're the one who brings out the worst in me. So I'm giving you two days off. Today and tomorrow of course." Creel suppresses a grimace, remembering that it's your day with Brenner. "Y/N, you need to calm down. You've been here for two days and you've already caused trouble." A cold shiver runs down your spine. "What are you trying to tell me?" Creel looks at you almost with pity. "If you continue like this, your parents have ordered you to be hospitalized. You will remain in the hospital and will no longer attend university. I advise you not to do it. Don't waste the best years in that place. You need friends. Sunshine. Life. This is how you truly heal. Not with hospitalizations. So try to be civil. Otherwise, you know what awaits you. All it takes is a signature. Your parents can have you hospitalized even if you are an adult. Finish your cup." You obey, feeling your stomach tighten even more. "Who was this guy anyway?" You ask again. Professor Creel is serious. "Think back to my words, y/n. You're playing with fire. You're not the one holding the upper hand. Now go to your room and rest," he says. You get up, say goodbye, and then leave, feeling worse than before.

You walk the corridors, in shock. You remember perfectly that after that unspeakable episode you ended up in a hospital for a month. You remember everything in a muffled, confused way. The days blended into each other, night became day and vice versa. There were few moments of lucidity without sedatives. Your parents had said it was necessary, and perhaps in hindsight it was true, but they promised themselves they would never do it again. A shrink? Yes. Forced hospitalization? No. And instead they are just lies. A normal person should believe their parents and not a history teacher who targeted them, but you know all too well what your parents have become. The golden child is no longer their perfect child. Now she is a disgrace to the good name of the family, so they removed you. Not thrown away, but hidden in a distant university. But it's just a test. It wasn't normal for Brenner to hospitalize you two days a week. After all, you're not sick and you don't take medication. You undergo psychotherapy. But it was just a trap. University is a decoy. The truth is Brenner. It's always been Brenner. And that's fine. OK . No more rebellion. No more distancing yourself from yourself, even if that person is gone forever. You can't be the golden child anymore. But you can't be a thug either, or you'll be hidden forever. So you have to be... normal. If there's anything normal left in your life. You open the door to your room and freeze. Dr. Brenner himself is there waiting for you.

You look at him. He's wearing a classy charcoal suit. It gives him a sophisticated air. He's similar to Professor Creel, it makes you sick to your stomach. But Creel is genuine, even if irritating, while this man is slimy. He's cold. Every smile he makes doesn't reach his eyes. He's ruthless. He doesn't care about people, just results, he's completely devoid of empathy. You wonder how Creel could have lived with a man like that. "And what you doing here?" You ask, cold. Not hostile. You don't want to end up in that hospital. But cold. Brenner turns to you with one of your erotic books in his hand. "Interesting reading. Is it yours? However, I find it an inappropriate way to experience the opposite sex. Sometimes practice is more important than grammar." His tone is thick with mockery. Does this man know you're a virgin? Is it written on your documents? You know it's written. "It's just a book, and it's not mine. Maybe it's Robin's," you say. Brenner smiles at you sarcastically. "You're a terrible liar, y/n. A terrible liar." You know it. You've always lied badly. "I... Owens was supposed to come," you counter. Brenner places the erotic novel on your bed. You shudder. It's a test, but you don't give him the satisfaction of hiding it under the bed, where it was supposed to be. "Did you go through my things?" you blurt out angrily. Brenner smiles again. "Of course you did. I'm your psychiatrist, and looking at your history, I had to make sure everything was... in order. For Owens... I decided to come here in person to inspect your things." To take pieces of you. To study you. To see any danger? Maybe. "I know things didn't start well on campus. But you have one last chance. If you behave , you can stay for the next month. Otherwise, there are other arrangements." You looks at him coldly."I'm go to you " Brenner nods. "Smart girl. You know, I much prefer this disdainful version of you to the little rebel version. That version is more suited to scapegoats. But the former golden girls? They remain princesses through and through." You look at him as if he's gone mad. "What is you talking about?" Brenner places a black skirt and a shirt on the bed. "That's fine. I'm talking about a dysfunctional family. The scapegoat is the family member who is always wrong, always tortured. If they run away, they become rebellious and self-destructive. The golden child, on the other hand, is the promise. The person who always has to be the best in everything. The trophy to show off. And you... you were. Top of the class. Best in dance recitals. Busy at school. But then... when a single mistake ruined everything, there was no forgiveness. There was punishment. So, Y/N, you are an interesting case of a golden child. But I'm not treating you for that. It's just one more element. Now you change youself ." He tells you. You stare at him, astonished. "With you?!" Brenner looks at you mockingly. "Of course not, you naive little girl. I'll wait outside. I'll give you three minutes." That's when the door opens and Eddie enters the room, astonished. "Y/N? What are you doing with Brenner?" You start to speak, but Brenner stares at Eddie with contempt. He catalogs everything about him. The hair. The rebel look. The combat boots. And condemns him. But he breaks into a fake smile. "Eddie Munson, right? Pleased to introduce myself. I'm Y/N's biological father. I was just taking her home." Eddie stares at the scene, frozen.

Captain Midnight's mug 👀👀👀

And Papa has moved other pieces... that man is more and more wicked

In the Mister Whatsit fan fiction, we had the perfect example of the scapegoat in the dysfunctional family. A person bullied and tortured for being different becomes an outlet for everything that's wrong in the family... now I want to focus on the other side of the coin, on the other victim: the golden child. The idealized child upon whom extremely high expectations are placed. The person who receives love only if he or she delivers concrete results. The person who must be perfect... always and in any case. 😔

Lemonade works wonders!

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