I slowly crept down the stairs as my mother called my name over and over again. I walked into our rather depressing room. There is no television, no bookshelf, no dining table, only the chairs arranged around the bespoke fireplace which leaps with a gas flame. The photographs are black and white, not casual family snaps. All the pictures were mostly of me trying so hard to smile. I remember my mother taking the photograph and saying I have the most beautiful smile in the world. I was faking it of course so my father wouldn't yell at me but now looking at the photographs, I wanted to cry.
"Honey? Are you okay?" My mother gently put her arm around me. I wiped the tears dribbling down my cheek and sniffled. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sort of." My mother sighed and sat back down on the plastic covered couch. "This is Dr. Urtio, she is here to help you, sweetheart. Please let her help you."
The tears flowed unchecked down my cheeks and dripped from my chin. I was too sad to cry out or wail, I just stood there as still as a statue while the magnitude of my past swept over me. "I don't need help! I don't need therapy, I don't need it. I just want to be h-happy..."
The therapist looked uncomfortable and shifted in her seat, "I'm here to make you happy, Laura. I really am. I am here so you can talk about your feelings so we can help you fight through your past that was filled with constant abuse."
I clenched my fists, I was rigid with fury remembering all the abuse I had to go through. The long sleeve shirts I had to wear to cover my bruises. The nights where my mother would just hide in the closet and all I could hear was screaming.
(More to come in this story! Probably going to update and add more every day! Enjoy)
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Laura's Journal
Short StoryLaura, a sweet and innocent girl is forced to live with her abusive father. When her mother eventually gets divorced, and pushes him far away from the family, he manages to come back to cause even more destruction to the family that had always and f...
