TW Discussion of abuse from the start
Thursdays often make me feel gloomy and this one is no exception. Maya's not going to school due to the water still not being fixed so I just know she's going to be in a bad mood. I don't want to upset her any further, I'm keeping my distance. She's reading at the window again, reading that colourful book that captures my eye. Even when she's mad, she's still beautiful.
I can't keep hiding my scars from the hurt she's given me. I'm tired of having to do a full face of makeup anytime I go out of the house when I have a dominant bruise from one of her attacks. I'm tired of having to cover my arms and my legs to hide bruising from being grabbed. My head hurts from the constant hair pulling. I'm in physical and mental pain. I don't know just how much longer I can keep up with this. Who am I kidding? I stopped keeping up a long time ago. It's all too much for me to take. I'm broken.
Maya is trapped under the spell her parents cursed her with as they departed from her life. They squeezed every last drop of true happiness out of her. They made her believe getting help was a sign of weakness and something to be feared rather than celebrated. She doesn't want to fully admit she wants to start the counselling she asked me to go through with her. It can't start unless she wants to. She needs to but won't. I'm practically begging her. I can't do this on my own. It's scary to do it alone. I know we have separate issues, they often interlock. I know I have to do more to get her the help she needs. I need to get the help I need.
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M: [places book on windowsill] It's time for breakfast Evin.
E: [sitting in plushie corner, zoned out on iPad]
M: [looks at] I don't think you can even hear me. [gets on floor] Hey. [turns iPad off]
E: [looks at in confusion]
M: It's time for breakfast.
G: [walking past]
E: [hits Maya with iPad]
M: [stands up] Ow!
G: [sighs] Evin! Don't be hitting people.
E: [jumps up] Fuck off would you?!
G: [trying to not get angry] Evin. Stop hitting people when they bring you back into the room.
E: [irate] Get out of my room.
M: [surprised] Evin, he's not in the room.
E: [pushes]
M: Hey! [pushes back]
G: [defusing situation] Evin, get your shoes on, we're going out.
E: What?
G: Get your shoes on, we're going out.
E: Where?
G: [thinking] We'll go to the market and get those sweets you like.
E: [confused] Isn't Maya coming?
M: I have things to do. Go get your shoes, I'll be fine on my own.
E: Okay. [excitedly looks for shoes]
G: Do you want anything while we're out?
M: [thinking] HB pencils.
G: Just pencils?
M: Yeah.
E: [puts coat on and runs downstairs]
G: We'll be back in about an hour.
M: See ya!
G: [goes downstairs]
E: [waiting at door]
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The Trials and Tribulations of a so-called Trouble Teen
General FictionThings never seem to go smoothly for Evin. Each day presents a new challenge for them, sometimes more difficult than others. Despite all this, they power through life their way and they won't stop at anything until they achieve their goals, or justi...
