The song 'What makes you different' is by: BSB (let it not be known that I named a story after THEM -__-;;)

What Makes You Different © Emily D.

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"Hello, my name is Dillian Whacker. I lived in Ireland up until
the age of twelve.... I am now nineteen and still in high school.... Hi, my name is Dillian Whacker.... I'm still in high school because I keep failing........ I lived in Ireland up until the age of twelve.......... but my teachers say I show promise- where am I? I think I should probably be doing homework-"

Dr. Thompson switches off the tape player and smiles across his desk at his last patient of the day.

Dillian slumps down in the navy-blue armchair he had been seated in, his long brown trench coat scrunching up under his back. He hesitantly looks up at the psychiatrist, his orange eyes glinting from under long red-tipped, blonde hair. Raising an eyebrow, Dillian asks in a deep, bored voice tinged with an Irish accent, "What're you smilin' about?"

"Nothing at all, Mr. Whacker." The doctor replies, the frustrating smile still in place. "I am simply wondering what you think of your recordings...... Do you feel you have made progress this year?"

The blonde patient raises an eyebrow, his expression an insult in itself, clearing stating; 'You're an idiot and I have no intention of answering you.' Reaching into one of the many pockets on his trench coat, Dillian pulls out a pair of sunglasses and slips them on. He smirks as Dr. Thompson frowns in mild annoyance.

"Mr. Whacker, I am here to help you.... but in order to do that, I need to understand you-"

"Yea-yea, you say that every day I come here. Give it a rest." Dillian cuts in mildly, smirking with ill-concealed arrogance.

"Mr. Whacker, how can you possibly remember what I always say, when you have short-term memory?"

"Do you realize you say my name every time you speak? It's more than a tad annoying."

"Yes, well, Mr. Wh- Yes." Mr. Thompson bites out, his teeth
clenched stubbornly in a decidedly disturbing, polite smile. Clearing his throat the doctor shuffles some papers around on his desk, attempting to look busy as he silently counts to ten. Taking a deep breath, he looks back up at Dillian. "Mr. Whacker, it is my job to help you to retain a state of mind that will allow you to live a considerably happy life.. But I have come to the conclusion that you do not want to be helped. As a matter of fact, I do not think you have short term memory, or a multiple personality disorder as your parents have suggested and, Mr. Whacker, I do not take well to being made to look a fool."

Dillian raises an eyebrow fractionally, his smirk lingering.

Mr. Thompson tries again, "Mr. Whacker, I am telling you to
either talk to me, or get out of my office and stop wasting my time. It is your choice."

".. What's my choice? Who're you?" Dillian asks suddenly, sitting up straight in the armchair in an alarmed manner. "Where am I? I swear, if this is a kidnapping, my father will have you killed-"

"Mr. Whacker, stop it!" The doctor roars, narrowing his eyes at the panicking boy from across his desk; the last of his patience snapping. "Your father is DEAD! Stop being stupid and GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!"

"My father will kill you! He'll kill you!" Dillian screams, chucking his sunglasses at his psychologist before bolting from the room. He runs into the secretary as she walks by, leaving an explosion of papers in his wake.

Mr. Thompson breathes deeply from his nose and straightens his suit jerkily as he gains his composure. He looks up, wide-eyed, as Mrs. Springs walks in; the boss of his side of the building. "Ah-ha! Mrs. Springs, I have some unfortunate news.. One of my patients has decided to discontinue his sessions-"

"You are fired, Mr. Thompson. Pack your things and get out of my sight." The red-haired woman replies flippantly with a wave of her hand. "And I recommend you use your last paycheck to do something about that hideous mole. Have a pleasant day."

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Nieni: *grins* That was the last introduction of the MAIN characters and the next chapter will actually start the story.

Nite: Thank you to Rain and Styorm for the creation of Dillian's character.. And we miss you two!

Nieni: Wain and Styorm-y has disappeared-ed! *cries* They.. They were one of my favorites..

Nite: *pats Nieni on the shoulder*

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