User blog:AustinDR/Luan's Problem (Part 2)

Continuation of part 1. (''It didn't take long for the ambulance to arrive to retrieve the unconscious young boy. Even though they were slightly distraught, their parents were able to give a coherent description of their situation. The vanzilla followed as soon as the ambulance backed out of their driveway. Not one sound was made in the van that day; it was so quiet in fact that you could hear a pin drop and yet it wouldn't make any difference. Luan never as much as made as one quip the entirety of the trip. The cruel words her sisters angrily gave her twirled endlessly in her mind. What if they were right? What if all this time, she was never funny? She looked across the van, but she was only met by her sister's angered expressions and dead silence. They had every right to be mad. It was supposed to be a joyous occasion, but she thrashes it by committing a heartless prank. She thought back on how he helped her with her comedy routine, and how they both bonded over that. She bit her lip to keep fresh tears from escaping her eyes. Lynn Sr. looks up from his rear view mirror, seeing the reflection of his daughter''.)

Lynn Sr.: Luan, I am very disappointed in you. You realize that you are grounded for a week?

Luan: (weakly) Yes, dad.

Rita: We are also taking your business privileges. You are prohibited from attending birthday gigs for at least a month.

Luan: Yes, mom.....

(The family arrives to the hospital at around 3:30, and Lincoln is wheeled to the inspection room. The family anxiously waits in the emergency room. Once again, the mood was eerily quiet as none of the nine sisters raised their voices or fought over trivial issues. All eyes were on Luan, who sat a few seats away from her family. Sure, there were some efforts to lighten the mood, but they were futile. Soon, Rita and Lynn Sr. were called back, thus leaving the Loud girls to themselves. However, the mood was different. The moment that the parents left the room, they all start to throw insults at Luan. Luan just sat there, taking all of the blame. Why shouldn't she? They were right to treat her like garbage. Like garbage, what she did to her little brother was revolting. So, why take offense at something that was already true?)

Lori: If Lincoln dies, I am so done with you.

Luna: If Lincoln pulls through, I am going to kick you out of my room. I can't share a room with the likes of someone like you!

Lola: I may not be a little angel, but even I wouldn't do something that low.

Lucy: While I am a slave to the darkness, at least I have a heart.

(The sisters dished out more insults towards the ex-comedian - some being outright threats of bodily harm - eventually spurring Luan to leave the room, her head down. While she was away, Rita and Lynn Sr. return to the room to share the news. Thankfully, Lincoln hadn't sustained grievous damage from his long fall other than a broken leg; however, Lincoln sustained a minor concussion after his head hit the floor with such force. Lincoln's leg was expected to heal within a number of weeks, but other than that, nothing life-threatening. Rita inquires the girls as to Luan's whereabouts when she sees that Luan wasn't present, before concluding that she must be in the van. Luan walked slowly down the halls of the large hospital, her feet shuffling on the ground.)

Luan: All I wanted was to give Lincoln a birthday surprise, but now he'll probably never wake up again. My sisters are right: I'm no comedian. I'm a heartless monster. What am I to do?

(While she was deep in thought, she didn't realize that someone else was in the hall until she bumped into that person. Papers and pens scattered the floor as the unknown person groaned in disbelief. The enigmatic figure was that of a chubby, middle-aged man with thinning grey hair, as well as a white moustache. He also had a brown uniform on, and a look of irritation on his face.)

Luan: I-I'm sorry, sir. Please, let me help you with those.

(She helps the man gather his papers.)

Luan: Here you go, sir.

Blogsby: Oh, please, call me Dr. Blogsby. Just watch where you're going next time, okay?

Luan: Yes sir. I'll keep that in mind.

(Luan prepares to leave, but she is stopped by Dr. Blogsby.)

Blogsby: You seem to have an awful lot on your mind.

Luan: You'd better believe it. Really, now, it's nothing to worry about.

(Blogsby places his hand on her shoulder.)

Blogsby: Care to speak about it in my office?

Luan: Oh, you're one of those psychotherapists, am I right? I shouldn't impose, I'd already done enough horrible things for today.

Blogsby: Please, just a few minutes, and we can all get this sorted out.

(Luan gave it some thought, and begrudgingly follows the psychotherapist into his office. His office was orderly, of course, but he also had several different knickknacks scattered throughout his shelves.)

Blogsby: Care for some tea?

(He pours some tea into a cup, and hands it to Luan. She thanks him for it.)

Blogsby: So, tell me. Why were you in such a rush earlier this day?

(Luan refused to answer his question.)

Blogsby: If it's too difficult an answer, I will consider your feelings.

Luan: I...I did something terrible to my brother earlier today.

(The psychotherapist quietly sips his tea as he listened.)

Luan: Today was my brother's birthday, and I was wanting to surprise him. Show him that I loved him. So, I decided to put fireworks on his door, so that when he walked in, he would be surprised.

Blogsby: The prank didn't end well, I assume?

Luan: (voice breaking) He fell off the stairs and now he's badly hurt because of me! All I do is try to make people laugh, but I only end up causing harm to the ones I love.

Blogsby: Oh dear. That is quite a blunder.

Luan: I don't even deserve to be his brother. My sisters were right: if I wasn't related to them, they would've dropped me years ago.

(Luan starts to cry. Blogsby hands her a tissue and she blows her nose into it.)

Blogsby: Do you know why you do these pranks?

Luan: No, I don't. It just seems that I was always interested in them ever since I was a little girl.

Blogsby: When was the first time that you ever did a prank?

(Luan strokes her chin.)

Luan: Well, it started way back in the fourth grade....

(The scene changes to a flashback of a young Luan preparing for her first day back to school.)

Rita: Luan, did you remember to take your medicine?

Luan: Yes, mom!

Rita: You didn't hide it under your pillowcase again, did you?

Luan: (sighs) Aw, mom! I don't wanna take that stupid medicine!

Rita: I know it's troublesome, but it's supposed to keep your mind focused. We don't want you to bounce around the room, right?

Luan: Yes, mom....

(Luan removes the medicine from her pillowcase. They were two light orange tablets. Luan shudders at the idea of taking these two pills, but as she was running late already, she mans up and pops the two tablets into her mouth. She then races down the stairs, and jumps into Vanzilla. Her other sisters were already accounted for. Lori looks out her window in boredom, Leni was busily applying makeup on her cheeks, Luna beat on the side of her seat with a pair of pencils, and Lynn was holding one of her many balls.)

Lori: (detached) Took you long enough, Luan.

Luan: Well, I'm here, aren't I?

Luna: You got busted again because you tried to hide your medicine again?

Leni: Medicine? Is Luan sick? Ew!

(Leni jumps back in her seat, and produces a can of Lysol.)

Lori: No, dummy. Luan takes medicine to help her AD-whatever. Mom says that it keeps her mind focused.

Leni: Oh.

Lynn: What do you think our new teacher will be like?

Leni: I bet he's totes cute!

Luna: Maybe he's a music man!

Lynn: Hope he likes sports.

(They continue their discussions until they arrived to the entrance of the elementary school.)