Welcome to another exciting installment of Spacemon, the tale of a Pokemon TRPG campaign! This is one of several loosely related one-off stories set between the events of the various Spacemon campaigns. You can get caught up on the entire adventure here!
Darkened holding cells lined the walls of the rusted metal corridor. It seemed to stretch on indefinitely before Alex as she slowly walked forward. Indistinct shadowy figures lurked behind the sealed glass doors of the chambers, mocking, taunting, judging. She couldn’t bear to look at them. Instead, she kept her focus on the end of the corridor. On her goal. However, try as she might, it never seemed to draw any nearer. No matter how many cells she passed, Alex was greeted by the sight of more slowly appearing out of the darkness. Despite the seemingly impossible challenge, the girl continued to press on. She had to. He was waiting for her.
Hold on, Dad, she thought. I’m coming to save you.
Alex picked up her pace, determined to reach the end of the never ending hallway. The cells began rushing past, faster and faster as she broke into a run. Even when she reached her maximum speed, the rate at which the walls were accelerating past the girl continued to increase. Confused, she stopped running to find that she was still moving forward as if some invisible force was pulling her along. How is that possible? she wondered.
Before Alex could make sense of things, a scream came echoing down the corridor from the far end. It was her own. Then, a giant hand formed from twisted black shadows rushed forth from the darkness and wrapped its spindly fingers around the girl. She tried to scream, but the sound died in her throat.
With a swift motion, the hand dragged Alex into the darkness, causing her head to jerk backward violently. And then, it stopped. She found herself in a cell, standing before her father. A knife blade was lodged in his throat, the wound spewing out blood as the haggard man coughed and choked. Alex could only watch in horror as he stepped slowly toward her.
“This... is... all your fault,” Dr. Hawthorne spit out, blood gurgling in his throat.
“No…” Alex said weakly. Her legs felt like they were going to give out.
“This is all your fault,” the dying man repeated. He reached out and grabbed his daughter by the shoulders. “This is all your fault!” he screamed, shaking Alex violently and spewing blood into her face.
“No, I’m sorry. Please,” Alex begged.
“This is all your fault!”
“No!” Alex screamed as she bolted upright in bed. She was drenched with sweat and tears were pouring from her eyes.
Within seconds, Alex found herself wrapped in Naomi’s arms. “It’s okay. I’m here,” her lover said comfortingly. “You’re safe. It was only a dream.”
Flittering rays of the morning sun shone through the window between the blinds, casting shifting strips of light across the bed as a result of the passing skycar traffic outside. Naomi lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling as she gently stroked Alex’s long, luscious dark hair. She had been awake for a good while despite not having to get up for another few minutes, but she was content to lie there, holding her sleeping girlfriend for their duration.
After several moments, Naomi shifted her gaze downward once more. Alex lay on her side with her head resting on Naomi’s shoulder and her left arm, wrapped in a tattoo sleeve depicting Leviathan, lying across her chest. Naomi couldn’t help but smile as she watched the girl sleep; she was glad that she seemed to be resting peacefully now after her night of troubled sleep. The nightmares had been occurring more and more frequently, and Naomi, despite her best efforts, was unsure of how to help. It hurt her to see the girl she cared for so deeply in pain, so she was glad whenever Alex was given reprieve from her inner demons. Naomi leaned her face against the top of Alex’s head and took in a deep breath, relishing in the girl’s scent. It was moments like this that made her wish they could just lay there together forever.
Suddenly, Naomi felt her lover shifting in her arms. Alex yawned and stretched, then turned her gaze upwards toward Naomi with a slight smile on her face. “Hey there, sleepyhead,” Naomi cooed softly as she rubbed her hand along Alex’s shoulder.
“Hey yourself,” Alex said before leaning in for a kiss.
“How’re you feeling?” Naomi asked.
Alex’s smile disappeared. “Better, I guess…”
“Wanna talk about it?”
Naomi felt Alex tensing up. “Are you sure?” she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.
“I said I don’t want to talk about it.” Alex turned over to face the wall in a huff, pulling the covers with her.
“Hey, don’t be like that.” Naomi rolled onto her side, pressing herself against her girlfriend’s back and pulling her into a tight embrace. “I’m just trying to help.”
Naomi felt Alex relax a bit. “I know,” the girl said. “I’m sorry… I just… don’t really wanna talk about it.”
“Okay… I’ll let it go, but I’m always here for you. You know that, right?”
“I do, it’s just…” Alex grabbed onto Naomi’s arms and held them against herself.
“I understand. When you’re ready, I’m here.”
The two girls lay there for several more moments, just enjoying each other’s presence, until Naomi’s Pokedex began beeping on the nightstand. Naomi reached across the bed to shut off the alarm, then sat herself up. “Alright, I’ve gotta get ready for class now,” she said as she began pulling her other arm out of Alex’s grasp.
“Stay a bit longer,” her girlfriend pleaded, holding on tightly.
“I can’t, I’ll miss my bus.”
“Alright,” Alex said. She loosened her grip, allowing Naomi to pull her arm away.
One quick shower later, Naomi threw some clothes on, rushed through the rest of her morning routine, then fetched her bag. “Okay, well, I need to head out,” she said as she stepped back into the bedroom to say goodbye. She crouched down next to the bed, then leaned in and gave Alex a gentle kiss. “Try not to stay in bed all day, okay, babe?”
“I’ll try…” Alex replied softly, flashing a weak smile.
“Alright, I’ve gotta run now.” Naomi hopped to her feet. “See you tonight,” she said as she headed for the door. “Love you!”
It was only after several more hours that Alex was finally able to drag herself out of bed. She would have preferred to just stay there all day, despite what she had told Naomi. On days like these, when her girlfriend was at the university all day, Alex didn’t feel much like doing anything. Deep down, she knew that this wasn’t good for her own well-being, but when left alone for so long, Alex couldn’t help but dwell on her failures. And so she stayed in bed, where it felt safe. However, she could only deny her bodily functions for so long.
It was shortly before the morning ended when Alex finally gave in to her hunger. As much as she had wanted to stay in the comforting warmth of the blankets, her stomach had other plans. So she had made herself some toast, since that was about all she was capable of making on her own.
Having fed herself, Alex remembered that she needed to take care of her Pokemon too. After chastising herself for placing her own desires above the needs of her Pokemon, whose well-being she held to a much higher standard than her own, Alex spent the next several hours tending to them. She made sure they were all well fed and groomed and even found it in herself to venture outside to give those of her Pokemon who needed it the exercise they deserved.
And so, Alex found herself collapsed in a heap on the couch in the apartment she shared with Naomi, completely exhausted. What is wrong with me? she wondered, recalling functioning for days at a time on little to no sleep while traveling aboard the Helix. Those had been days full of activity, no less. So how was it that only a couple of hours of light exercise had left her feeling so drained? As Alex pondered this question, her mind drifted back to the nightmares. They just felt so real. It had been over a year since that horrible day, and the dreams still felt just as bad, worse, even. Despite trying to push it to the back of her mind throughout the afternoon, Alex couldn’t get the image of her father’s death out of her mind. Last night’s dream, especially, had ensured that she wouldn’t be forgetting any time soon.
It had been easy to forget back on the Helix, even after the war ended and things had calmed down considerably, but now that she was spending hours at a time alone every day with nothing to do, Alex constantly felt herself slipping back into the spiral of depression she was all too familiar with. Even though Naomi had said time and time again that she could talk to her about anything, Alex didn’t want to burden her any further. She already has enough on her plate between school and taking care of my worthless ass, she would think every time she considered going to her girlfriend with her issues.
So she closed herself off and kept it inside, or at least she tried to. Part of her knew she wasn’t fooling anyone. Not herself, and especially not Naomi; her girlfriend was too perceptive for that. Despite all this, it was somehow easier to pretend that everything was okay, even when it was slowly killing her inside, little by little. For a brief moment, Alex wondered how much longer it would be before she finally snapped. She quickly shoved that thought aside. She had to keep herself together for Naomi’s sake.
As she continued to lay on the couch, Alex let her exhaustion overcome her, and she drifted off again. It was a mistake. Once more, she found herself on that dreaded space station, reliving her father’s death for the millionth time. Once more, she felt completely helpless and alone. Once more, she felt the crippling guilt. Once more, she woke up screaming.
Alex felt lightheaded as she sat up. Her heart was racing and her chest was heaving with each of her rapid, uneven breaths. She tried to take longer, deeper breaths to calm herself, and, eventually, she was able to pull herself together to some extent. Her heart rate had slowed back down at the very least, but she was still trembling a bit. “C’mon, get your shit together,” she berated herself.
Several moments passed as Alex sat there with her head cradled in her hands. She hadn’t felt this terrible in a long time. Not since her father died... Not since he killed himself right in front of her. Alex felt another wave of trembles coming over her. She clenched her fists, hoping it would help somehow.
Eventually, the trembling stopped and Alex felt calmer. It was then that she became aware of her rumbling stomach. She was almost painfully hungry. It had been hours since she last ate, and toast wasn’t very filling after all.
Alex made her way to the kitchen, and began rummaging around in the fridge for something more substantial. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much in the way of food that didn’t require significant preparation. Naomi hadn’t had much time to cook anything recently. Alex wouldn’t mind helping out in the kitchen, but the last time she had tried to cook something had been a total disaster. The whole thing had gone up in flames and she had nearly broken down into tears… That was when she decided to never cook anything ever again.
After a few minutes of searching, Alex managed to find a container of noodles tucked away in the back of the fridge. It was a new recipe that Naomi had tried out last week, and it had been quite delicious. Alex hadn’t realized there was any left. She pulled the container out, the got herself a bowl from the cabinet.
As she spooned the noodles into the bowl, Alex’s hand began trembling again. “Damn it,” she cursed, slamming her fist down on the countertop. It seemed to do the trick, so she finished up and set the bowl in the microwave to reheat. While she waited, Alex leaned against the counter and let out a long sigh. She still felt terrible and the images of her nightmares were still floating around in her brain. She closed her eyes to see him staring back at her. The vision only faded when the microwave beeped.
Alex turned her attention back to her food, and pulled it out. It seemed to be sufficiently heated, and, at this point, she was too hungry to care if it wasn’t. As she made her way over to the table, the trembling kicked back up again, worse than before. Alex let out a yelp of surprise and dismay as the bowl slipped from her hands. It crashed to the floor, spraying noodles, sauce, and bits of ceramic everywhere.
“Oh, no!” Alex cried. “No, no, no…”
She rushed back to the kitchen to fetch something to wipe up the mess, but she didn’t quite make it. It was nothing to freak out about, but with everything that had been happening, it was enough to push her over the edge. Alex slumped to the floor, her back sliding along the cabinet all the way down, and broke down into uncontrollable sobs.
Avalon’s sun was just sinking below the horizon as Naomi walked along the raised walkway about a block out from the apartment. In her arms she held two brown paper bags containing veggie burgers and fries from the burger place nearby, as well as a pair of milkshakes. It wasn’t the healthiest meal, that was for sure, but Naomi knew it was the perfect thing to surprise her girlfriend with to brighten her day. She knew something was bothering Alex, even if she didn’t want to admit it, so tonight she would cheer her up with one of her favorite meals.
Normally, Naomi would have cooked something up when she got home. She was proud to say that she had become a pretty darn good cook in the last year. It had been a hobby she had picked up back on the Helix as a way to try to give back to the ship’s crew, and she had enjoyed it so much that she had continued honing her skills even after she and Alex left. Today, however, was not a day for cooking, so she had picked up the veggie burgers on her way back from the university.
With a smile on her face, Naomi entered her building and made her way to the elevators. After a quick ride up to the fifty-second floor, she stepped out of the elevator and walked a short distance down the hall to reach her and Alex’s apartment. Balancing the food and drinks against the wall with one arm, Naomi used the other to swipe her Pokedex and unlock the door.
Upon entering the apartment, Naomi found it to be quite dark. “I’m home!” she called out as she stepped inside. “And I’ve got food!”
As she waited for a response, she walked over to the table and set everything she was holding down. “Babe, are you here? I picked up veggie burgers from Stevie’s and I got those milkshakes you love!”
Still no response.
“Alex?” Naomi asked, feeling a bit worried as she scanned the apartment.
As she turned, Naomi spotted shattered bowl of noodles lying on the floor. Did something happen to her? she thought, now feeling very concerned. “Alex?”
Suddenly, she heard a small whimper from the kitchen. Without a moment of hesitation, she rounded the corner of the counter to find Alex curled up in a ball on the floor. “Oh my God, are you okay?” Naomi asked as she dashed to her girlfriend’s side. She pulled her into a sitting position and looked her in the eye. She looked like she had been crying, and like she was on the verge of breaking out into tears again at any moment. “What happened?”
Alex said nothing. She simply threw herself into Naomi’s arms and hugged her tight. Naomi gently patted the girl in an attempt to comfort her. “Hey, it’ll be okay.”
“No, it won’t,” Alex said, her voice cracking.
“Whatever happened, it can’t be that bad.”
“I just… I- I- I’m sorry…”
“You don’t need to apologize, but you have to tell me what’s wrong. You have to stop shutting me out.”
“But there’s so much wrong with me. It’s not fair to you… I’m such a mess… You shouldn’t have to put up with me…”
“Put up with you?” Naomi’s expression turned rather serious. “Alex, I love you. More than anything in this universe. Nothing you do will ever change that. I’m here for you even when you’re at your worst. That’s not putting up with you. I just want you to be happy, so, please, let me help you.”
“I don’t think I can be helped…”
“C’mon, don’t say that. There are all kinds of mental health professionals out there, surely there’s someone who can help you.” Naomi flashed Alex a smile. “And besides, you’ve survived through way worse than this. Way worse than anything I’ve ever experienced. You can beat this too, and I’ll be there with you every step of the way. I promise that you will get better.”
Alex remained quiet and simply leaned her head on Naomi’s shoulder. “Thank you,” she finally said after several minutes.
“You don’t need to thank me. I’d do anything for you. Now, whaddya say? Those burgers aren’t gonna eat themselves, y’know.”
“It’ll be fine.” Naomi placed a reassuring hand on Alex’s arm. “You can do this.”
Alex looked at her smiling girlfriend and felt her anxiety ebb away. There was something about that look in her vibrant green eyes that was extremely comforting to Alex. It was like she knew everything would be okay. “I know. Sorry.”
“Stop apologizing,” Naomi told her. “It’s okay to be nervous.”
Alex just smiled sheepishly.
“Alright, I need to take off, babe. I’ll see you after class.”
After a peck on the cheek, Naomi departed, leaving Alex to wait alone in the quiet waiting room. There were a few other people there, looking down at their Pokedexes, but the place was mostly empty. Alex sat in her seat, anxiously twiddling her thumbs. She didn’t know what to expect. It had taken only a few calls to find a psychiatrist and set up an appointment. Naomi had insisted that Alex take the first available appointment, so here she was, only a few days later. As she waited for her name to be called, she couldn’t help but feel nervous; she had never done anything like this before.
Alex cringed at the name. She hated when people used her full name. It reminded her too much of her father. Too much of how he didn’t care enough. She figured out a long time ago that he couldn’t even come up with a name for her on his own. Alexandria was the name of the university he taught at. Don’t think about that now.
She stood up and followed the woman who called her out of the waiting room. She was led down a wide hallway and into an office.
“Dr. Lynn will be with you in a moment.”
Alex settled into the comfy chair across from the desk and took a look around. The room was relatively barren except for a few holo-frames on the desk. From her position, she couldn’t see what images they displayed.
Alex turned to see a woman wearing a stylish yet professional outfit, her blond hair pulled back into a neat bun. She had a pleasant smile on her face. Alex stood up to greet her.
“That’s me,” she said nervously.
“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Dr. Lynn,” the doctor said. She extended her hand for a handshake. “I understand you’re having some problems with depression?”
Alex nodded as she took her seat.
“Well, hopefully I’ll be able to help.”
Dr. Lynn spent the next several minutes telling Alex about herself and what kind of treatment she used with her patients. Alex didn’t exactly understand it all, but the doctor seemed to know what she was talking about.
“So, does that sound like something you’d be willing to try?” the doctor asked.
Alex nodded again.
Dr. Lynn smiled. “Alright, why don’t you tell me a little bit about what’s going on? What made you want to seek my help?”
“Well… because of my girlfriend,” Alex answered. “She’s why I’m here…”
“So, you’re saying she made you come here?”
“Oh, no. Nothing like that… I just want to make her happy… She just wants me to be happy…”
“And you aren’t happy now?”
“Do you have any idea why that may be?”
And then it was Alex’s turn to talk. For what felt like hours, Alex shared her life story. Dr. Lynn had to pry a few answers out of her in the beginning, but Alex found it easier as they went along. She told the doctor about her father, about living on the streets, about Raj, about everything. Sure, she had told other people about some of those things before— Naomi and Morgan in particular— but something felt different this time.
“Would it be fair to say you blame yourself for what happened to your father?” Dr. Lynn asked.
Alex looked down at the floor. “Yes,” she said quietly.
“Well, I don’t think it is your fault.”
“How is it not my fault? He’d still be alive if it wasn’t for me.”
“From what you’ve told me, I can say that’s not true. It was because of his own actions, not anything you did. I think the first step to healing is to accept that.”
Alex remained silent. Is that true? She didn’t believe it was. How could it not be my fault? Or maybe she just didn’t want to believe it. This is her job; maybe she’s right.
“Correct me if I’m wrong,” the doctor continued. “But you feel responsible for others’ happiness don’t you?”
Alex thought about it for a moment. She wasn’t wrong. “I guess…”
“And you’re afraid the people in your life will abandon you if you disappoint them? If you don’t make them happy?”
A tear dripped from Alex’s eye. It was all true, she just hadn’t really stopped to think about it. She nodded.
“Well, I have news for you. You are not responsible for other people’s happiness. You never have been. And the people in your life, your friends, your girlfriend, they know that. If they care for you as much as you say, then there’s nothing to worry about.”
Alex couldn’t find words. All she could do was look Dr. Lynn right in the eye. Something about her just made Alex want to believe her. “But how do I stop feeling like this?” she asked.
“It won’t happen overnight. It could take a long time, but I can teach you how to recognize when you’re blaming yourself for things that aren’t your fault. I can teach you techniques to deal with those feelings. If you’re willing to try, then so am I.”
“Please,” Alex said, practically begging.
“Alright. Let’s get started.”
Naomi sat at her desk, pouring over the holographically projected screen of her Pokedex, which currently displayed the textbook for her psychology class. She had already read the particular section several times, but she wanted to make sure she absorbed all the information for her exam the following day. It was nearing finals week again and she was really feeling the stress now, moreso even than her first semester. With two exams, a report, and a project hanging over her head, Naomi felt like she had no time to do anything else. Now working on her third coffee of the day, she had been trying to cram for the psych exam for the past several hours.
As she stared at the screen, Naomi suddenly felt something tickling the side of her face. Annoyed, she looked up to see a long purple tail swishing around. Her Liepard was pestering her again. The large feline Pokemon was standing next to her chair, looking up at his trainer with a mischievous look in his eye.
“Get outta here, Neko,” Naomi grumbled, nudging her Pokemon with her foot. “I’m trying to study.”
The Liepard poked her with his tail again.
“Don’t make me put you back in your ball,” she threatened.
Neko darted away at those words.
“That’s what I thought.” Naomi returned her attention to her Dex. “Now, where was I?”
Resuming her reading undistracted, Naomi began to lose track of time. She was so focused that she didn’t register the sound of apartment door open in the next room or Alex calling her name. She almost jumped when her girlfriend suddenly hugged her from behind.
“Whatcha doin’?” Alex asked softly in her ear.
“I’m trying to study,” Naomi answered, pushing Alex away. “Please leave me alone so I can concentrate.”
“Oh,” came Alex’s response. It was clear she sounded hurt. “Sorry…”
Naomi immediately realized her mistake. She quickly stood up and turned to face her girlfriend. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so cold… I’m just really stressing out right now.”
“Did I do something wrong?” Alex asked. “I forgot something important again, didn’t I?”
Naomi smiled. “Alex, you’re doing it again.”
“Blaming yourself. I promise, you’re fine. I’ve just got all these finals coming up and… it’s just stressful, y’know?”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
Naomi took a step toward Alex and pressed up against her. “Just keep being my amazing, sweet, sexy girlfriend. I’ll need a break soon, so how about you go order us a pizza while I finish up, and then we can snuggle up on the couch and watch a movie?”
“That sounds great. I’ll get right on that.”
Naomi’s smile grew as she watched Alex scamper off. She was amazed how far her girlfriend had come the past few months. Between the weekly therapy sessions and the meds that Dr. Lynn had put her on, Alex was noticeably happier. Of course, she still had a long way to go. Naomi, for her part, tried her best to help where she could. Alex would tell her about what she and Dr. Lynn discussed during their sessions and had asked her to help her identify when she was having irrational negative thoughts so that she could apply the techniques she had been learning in order to retrain herself into healthier ways of thinking.
There were still plenty of moments when Naomi would have to point out when Alex was stressing herself out over things that weren’t her fault, such as this very evening, but they were slowly becoming less frequent. Naomi tried to be as positive as possible around her girlfriend, not wanting to cause her any unnecessary stress, and she was glad that when she did slip up, she was able to show Alex that it wasn’t her fault. It would be a while yet before Alex fully healed, but her progress warmed Naomi’s heart. She was happy to help Alex find the happiness she deserved.
Naomi closed down the holographic display on her Dex, having finished the chapter she was reading, and leaned back in her chair. It was definitely time for a break. Just in time, too.
“Pizza’s here!” Alex called from the other room.
Naomi stood up and walked out to join her girlfriend on the couch. A delicious pizza and a night of cuddling was just what both of them needed to unwind.
The mid-afternoon sun shone down on Alex as she stepped out onto the walkway. She took in a breath of fresh air as she basked in the warm rays hitting her skin. The girl smiled as she began making her way down the block, toward home. She felt so alive.
Her session with Dr. Lynn had been a short one today. Alex was finding that they had less to talk about with each session. Today, the two had agreed that they didn’t need to meet as frequently anymore. According to the doctor, Alex was well on her way toward healing and a check-in only every couple of months would suffice.
Alex knew she was right; she could feel it. She no longer felt sad all the time, she no longer felt the crippling guilt that kept her from enjoying life. That was not to say that there weren’t still days when she felt down, but the techniques she had learned from Dr. Lynn helped her manage those feelings.
Why do I feel sad? she would ask herself. The question was part of her mental checklist. Is someone unhappy? Is it because of something I did? The third question was the most important. That was when she had to check that she wasn’t blaming herself for something she didn’t do, that she wasn’t feeling responsible for the happiness of others. From there, she would ask herself what she could do to help whoever was feeling unhappy, and if she couldn’t, she would accept that it was out of her control instead of feeling responsible. Of course, there were also days where she did feel sad even when there weren’t any apparent problems that she was irrationally blaming herself for, and on those days, Alex was glad that Naomi was there to comfort her.
Upon reaching her apartment building, Alex paused a moment to catch her breath and enjoy a few more minutes of sun. She could have taken a skybus and significantly cut down on the time it took to get home, but Dr. Lynn’s office was close enough to walk to. It was still quite a hike, but lately Alex had been enjoying the time outside, getting some exercise, and just experiencing life.
Alex hummed a happy tune to herself as she rode the elevator up, then made her way back to the apartment. She was looking forward to spending the rest of the day with Naomi, who was still on break for a few weeks before her second year of school began.
“I’m home!” Alex announced as she stepped through the door.
Her girlfriend was soon there to greet her with a kiss. “Hey, babe,” she said. “How was therapy today?”
“Alright. Dr. Lynn says that I can start seeing her less now. Only every couple months, or if there’s an emergency.”
“That’s a good sign. So everything’s going well, I take it?”
“Mhm. She said there’s not really much else to teach me and the meds seem to be working, so it’d just be a waste of time and money to keep meeting weekly.”
Naomi pulled Alex into a hug. “That’s great, babe! Oh, and speaking of your meds, I stopped by the pharmacy and picked up your refill for you.”
“Anything for you, babe. Now, whaddya say we go out and have some fun? Maybe go see a movie? I hear Durant-Man is really good.”
“I’d love to!”
“Alright, let me just grab my bag and we can get out of here.”
A few minutes later, the two were back outside, on the way to the theater. Alex felt giddy inside. Life was good, and she had Naomi there to enjoy it with. She smiled, knowing that they would face whatever the universe threw their way together.
Author’s Notes: Man, this was a long one to write, but it’s very personal for me and was totally worth it. I started work on this last month on a muse that came to my brain, and decided to run with it because I needed to refresh myself from the other Spacemon pieces I was working on at the time as progress had stalled out on them The reason this piece is so personal to me, though, is that I myself started going to therapy for my own psychological problems, so it’s like Alex and I are going through therapy together. While Alex and I don’t share the same issues, it helped me to be able to deconstruct someone else’s thought patterns applying concepts I’d been discussing with my own therapist so that I could feel more comfortable doing the same thing for my own. Writing this became its own therapeutic experience.
So, the main focus of this piece is Alex finally facing her demons, which was one of the plots that was never fully resolved in the main series. Sure, her character arc more or less wrapped up, but there were still some loose ends to deal with. One doesn’t come back from such a tragic experience so easily. Alex was left broken by her father’s death, but this piece shows her finally putting herself back together.
With this piece, I had a lot of fun alternating between Alex and Naomi as the perspective character with every scene. It was interesting to show Alex going through all of this, but also showing how the person closest to her dealt with it.
All in all, I am very happy with how this turned out. Special thanks to ClarissaGavin for providing feedback on this piece while I was writing it!
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