A/N. This is my first time writing, and I really don't know what this is going to be.
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All I can remember is it was cold, and dark, too dark. As I sat in my counsellors office I thought of the day over and over. I looked down at my pale, bruised thighs, and remembered the day over and over again.
"Jessica. Jessica. Sweetie, are you ready?"
"No," I thought to myself. I always loved coming to see my counselor, but today I was not wanting to talk about anything that happened. I walked into the dark room and sat on the couch, waiting for the new counselor to set everything up.
I guess I should clear this up. Hi, my name is Jessica, and I was abused by my dad for 4 years. When I tell people I was abused, nobody believes me because I'm so "perfect and rich" but nobody knows what is behind all of that. Everyone always thinks I'm lying, I don't know why. This is the true story of my life.
YOU ARE READING
All I Need
Random"Sometimes it takes a lot to break a person, but with her, I don't know, it's just she was different from the rest. A good different, I wish she would talk to me. I wish I was good enough."
