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"With great power comes suicide attempts, social anxiety, and the itch to live as a normal black teenager."
Mitch Palmer started college as an attempt to live a normal life but that mistake brought back secret...
"You've been taking your meds properly." Doc spoke to herself, scribbling on the light blue clipboard she held in her hands. I wrapped my fingers tightly on the arm of the leather chair I sat.
"I've also been rehearsing the kind words you taught me and I haven't used any razor for a month now. I won't hurt myself anymore." I smiled in the white lie I told her. My eyes were hurting with caged tears. I already knew how to lie successfully to her.
"That's good, very good. I promised you a favor if your session turns out to be marvellous. So let me hear it." she smiled in content and I released a breath silently, my chest aching due to the stress.
"I'd like to go to college." I requested with my lower lip trapped inside my mouth and her smile fell into worry. She sighed before dropping her clipboard slowly.
"You do know that once you show your face out there, your father's killer will come after you?" she asked and I rolled my eyes, my legs bouncing by themselves.
"I don't even know the reason why he decided to hurt my father and you refused to tell me."
"It's for your own protection."
"Screw your protection!" I screamed and she flinched with narrowed eyes. Shit. She'd notice that I lied about the drugs. "I'm 19 now, I'm old enough to make my own choices."
"Sometimes, your choices might kill you."
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You know that strange feeling you have in your guts, like some adorable raccoon in labor, probably because you've been away from your comfort for a week and you're still trying to adapt to it so the dragon won't come back for you and lock you up in the tower you've lived in for 6 years.
Not saying you're a Disney princess, that's gross, but the dragon I'm referring to is your family doctor that has dedicated her life to protecting you after losing your parents and I know that I'm supposed to call her mom...but... nahh, the word should feel like you're brushing your tongue with a shower head.
Speaking of shower heads, I heard normal girls do masturbate a lot with it. I'd like to try that someday. Not soon though, I still have to get over the weirdness of it.
"You've been in front of me the whole time." I blinked blankly at the red sweater that was tangled between my bedspread.
