thatlibbychick: (lonely)
Libby Widmore ([personal profile] thatlibbychick) wrote2009-12-07 04:57 pm

052 // Because Libby can't be upbeat for TOO long, or the universe will collapse

She's gone--Drusilla, that is. Her room is empty.

She left me daisies...

[identity profile] naughtbutlife.livejournal.com 2009-12-08 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
I am sorry to hear this. How long has she been your inmate? If you will allow the question.

[identity profile] thatlibbychick.livejournal.com 2009-12-08 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
God...nearly a year. I didn't realize just how long it had been until you asked.

[identity profile] naughtbutlife.livejournal.com 2009-12-08 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
A whole year. God Almighty.

[identity profile] thatlibbychick.livejournal.com 2009-12-08 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah...I didn't really do as well with her as I thought, did I?

[identity profile] naughtbutlife.livejournal.com 2009-12-08 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Why on earth would you think that?

[identity profile] thatlibbychick.livejournal.com 2009-12-08 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
I'm a psychologist; things like this are what I do. Still, it's been a year, and I haven't been able to help her enough for her to graduate. And now, she's just...gone, and I'm not even sure if she'll be coming back.

[identity profile] naughtbutlife.livejournal.com 2009-12-08 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Not that I pretend to know anything at all about your chosen profession, as I can barely even spell the word, but surely everyone if different. They are all here for different reasons, and all have different paths to take to graduate.

Just because your inmate has not graduated does not mean you did not make a difference. I am sure your influence has done some good.

[identity profile] thatlibbychick.livejournal.com 2009-12-08 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Psychologists delve into the mind and see how it ticks...and then, if we can, we try to help those who need work done there.

She was one of the vampiric inmates. I got her to trust me, and to stop killing. She protected me often--I trusted her with my life more than once, and she never betrayed that trust. She cared for me, but she refrained from doing bad to others only because she knew how I'd react.

I know I did something, but I couldn't fix what was wrong with her, at her core, and I feel like I failed her.

[identity profile] naughtbutlife.livejournal.com 2009-12-08 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
I suppose, Libby, that one can only understand and accept what one has done, instead of what one could have done. You do yourself a disservice to say that you failed her entirely, I am sure of it.

And one never knows...she may yet return.