The Secret Behind Silence

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"May I talk this time?" I repeated. I don't think this lady understood me.

My throat was raw, but that's to be expected since I don't use it often.

"Y-yes! You most certainly are allowed to talk" Doctor Wilson fumbled to get her clipboard as she sat down, hunched over, pen in hand, glasses on the bridge of her nose.

"I'll tell you a story..." I said quietly. It's not easy doing this, keeping all of this to myself. But today she earned the chance to glimpse into what happened.

"Go on"

"There once was a girl. She lived a happy life, had a happy family, but then someone took that away from her. This story is about me" I state, staring down into my fresh cup of milk.

"Who was it that took her happiness away from her?" Doctor Wilson asked.

"To know who they really are, first you must know the story, and why they weren't at fault" I muttered. Doctor wrote something down and looked up at me, over her glasses.

"Here, how about this. You write down this story, and I'll read it, if I have any questions I will ask you about it" I nodded a little then she handed me a completely blank composition notebook. Fresh lined pages calling my name. She also gave me a pen.

After our session, Doctor Wilson gave me my clean clothes and we left the office. She was taking me on my first shopping trip since my incident.

Once we were outside she hailed a cab. In the busy streets of Chicago, I felt free for once. Doctor Wilson was practically shaking with anticipation, she couldn't wait for my story.

She looked over to me with this large smile, a strand of blonde falling from her bun. I reached over to tuck it behind her ear, but she flinched and backed away a bit.

I shrugged it off and stared down into my lap, where the notebook and pen sat. The car stopped very suddenly and before I knew it, Doctor Wilson's arm was over my chest to prevent me from getting hurt.

How sweet. She did care for me after all, it's a shame though. Slowly she looked over at me, her face one of shock and terror. I leaned back and looked out my window.

Within 20 minutes, we were at a small shopping outlet. First we just walked around, looking at the attractions and the different stores. We bought some duck food and fed the little ducks that roamed around.

It was fun, then she headed into a store, and I followed. The music was loud but the colors in the store weren't bright. We roamed the aisles, I wasn't really looking at the clothes, but I was making a pretty good act of it.

Soon Doctor Wilson wandered over to me with a dress in hand. It had a black lace top with enough fabric to cover the breast area so you couldn't see anything, then the lower part was a mix of bright reds, pinks, blues, and purples.

"I think you'd look lovely in this, do you want to try it on?" I blinked at her, she wasn't serious, was she? She handed me the dress and pushed me over to the changing rooms.

I locked the door and stared at the monstrosity. I'd have to wear it to get her off my back. Hesitantly I undressed and slipped into the dress, pulling my long waves over my shoulders.

I didn't look half bad, I looked like a normal girl, besides the scars on my arms. I didn't look like someone who has to see a therapist daily, like someone who rarely talks or eats.

I stepped out of the changing room and spotted Doctor Wilson waiting for me. Her eyes widened, and her face turned to one of surprise.

"Oh darling you look marvelous! I'll tell you what, if I buy you that, will you wear it?" I took another glance in the mirror, seeing that my hind end was looking better than usual. Seeing that this dress flattered me, I nodded with a slight smile.

I changed back and she bought me the dress. We wandered around the outlet a while longer and came upon a Famous Footwear and went in. We browsed the aisles, occasionally stopping to look at a pair of shoes.

Doctor Wilson stopped, starting at a pair of black high heels with gold studs coming out of the toe. She looked at me and gestured for me to sit down on the bench. I did so and she pried off my old tennis shoes and socks, then placed the heels on my feet.

"Could you stand up?" I did so, but unlike many movies, I didn't stumble. I kept my balance, then walked around a little. I was a little shaky but I could still walk at a normal pace.

She smiled at me and nodded, and I returned the shoes to the box so she could pay for them.

"Thank you Doctor Wilson" I smiled slightly.

"Please, when we're out of the office just call me Amber so it doesn't sound so formal. Now, would you like to change into your new wardrobe now, or save it for a special boy when you go back to school?" I took less than a second to contemplate it.

We went to the bathrooms and I went into one of the stalls, and I changed. I looked at myself in the full body mirror in awe. I looked better than I had before.

I came out and Amber had her hands covering her mouth, her eyes were glittering, she just looked so happy. Then her eyes wandered to my arms and her expression changed to one of thought.

Quickly I covered my arms the best I could, a little embarrassed.. She started rummaging through her purse and pulled out a small, thin, white container.

"I can cover those up if you'd like?" My eyes widened and I looked down at the scars on my arms. She could cover them up? I nodded and offered her my right arm.

She opened the container and there were five small skin color boxes, one more used than the others. She took her finger and rubbed it in the one that matches my skin tone, then she rubbed it all over my scars.

Within minutes my scars were gone and I was a normal girl. My face lit up with excitement, I was elated to feel normal.

We left the small shopping outlet, this time walking. We walked to the movie theatre that was near by. We stood there, looking at our options.

"You go ahead and pick whichever movie you want, then get whatever you want" Amber told me. I agreed and decided to watch Pitch Perfect 2, an average movie for teenage girls. I got a root beer and decided to share a large popcorn with Amber.

I completely forgot about my rule of only eating breakfast and only speaking once or twice a day. I was having too much fun with Amber. Throughout the movie, I ate more than I usually do so my stomach somewhat ached afterward, but I didn't care, I felt free, I was finally normal.

This was what I had pained for since the day I knew I'd be in mental detention. I needed to let loose and forget the rules. That was the antidote to my illness.

I know I'm not normal, I know I don't think the same as everyone else, but it's fun acting like I do. Pretending I am just like everyone else. Not sticking out like a sore thumb.

This is what I need to get better, why doesn't anyone besides this lady understand that?

A/N
Okay, so I started writing this at like, 3 am when I couldn't sleep, then I decided the next day that it seemed like a good start so I continued with it and now I'm making all these different outcomes to it, I think this one will be good >:3