The Ugly Truth

Chapter 10 - Okay

My name is Ana Jones.

At 15 years old, my brother died.

My father left a couple of weeks later and started a new life elsewhere.

My mom, whom had yet been crushed by those events started suffering from depression and became worse everyday.

I was abandoned by my boyfriend, who apparently didn't leave but had to stay hidden for some unknow reason.

And it leaves me. Me that has nothing more than this journal.

Karen gave it to me when we first started our sessions.

She wanted me to write my emotions, my feelings and my thoughts.

I didn't want to write anything in it before but now I write everything that's on my mind.

How I'm feeling, what I'm feeling, and if I'm feeling covers the pages of this book.

When I think about it, this journal is the last thing that provents me from becoming insane.

I have nothing left from my old self. From the person I used to know and used to be. I don't know if I want to be that person again but I need to remember who she was and what made her become me.

Because the day I forget who she is, was and became, is the day I'm gonna become insane and no one wants to be insane.

I was becoming better every day with Karen's help. Evolving from my desperate, younger self.

And then the accident happenned.

She told me I fell down the stairs and hit my head wich caused amnesia.

I didn't have any scars, physical pain or signs that could suggest that I fell.

I guess I'm just lucky.

On top of my coma and my amnesia, I only have a vague memory of that day, when Ashton came to visit me.

I can't remember clearly my encounter with him in the hospital. I thought about asking Karen but knowing her she would probably deny everything.

The only thing I can clearly remember is that he warned me.

He had told me these exact words :" Don't believe her. She isn't the carring mother she says she is. Actually she isn't even a mother. She's just a con artist trying to get away with murder. She wants you all for herself."

At first I hadn't understood but then I realised he was insinuating that Karen, the one that had been there for me the past months, was just a con artist and that she killed my brother.

I couldn't believe him. Him, that left me alone and lost for a complete year, and showed no sign of life what so ever until I literally fell in a coma for two weeks!

If he keeps the tendance, next time he shows up, its probably gonna be at my funeral.

I'm starting to wonder if it even happenned. He told me he was always there but he never comes to see me.

Maybe he only comes when I'm hurt. Considering I had amnesia, I guess he wanted to make sure I remembered him and that I still had hope.

Hope that everything could be okay again and to keep waiting for him.

But I don't think I want to be okay. I am not sure if I am able to be okay again. I don't know if okay even exists anymore.