Whats in the past stays there

chapter 7

A/N must too warn this chapter had references to self harm so may be triggering for some audiences. If you choose to continue reading, enjoy!

Mum and I were on our way to a little house about 15 mikes from oiur own, they called it a safe house, and it was where I was going to be interveid about my father. I was petrifies and was on the urge of a panic attack. As we poiulled up we were met by this woman who said she was going to be interveiwing me. She was blonde and about 30. We sat in a waiting room, more like a loving room and watch a bit of TV whilst we waiteed I was so scared I didn't even notice what was on the telly. When she finally czame down telling me that she was ready I felt like I was about to burst.
The room she led me to also resembled a living room, but with no TV and a camera opposite where she directed me to sit. It was a weird sofa with a large dip in it. She asked me a few generic questions like my name, date of birth and occupation. Afterwards she started asking questions about what he did to me. It made me feel horrible the way I hadbto remember everything, well what I could remember anyway most of it I had blocked out so much that I couldn't actually remember. After the interview she gave me a cup if tea and told me about my half brothers and sisters and how they had been put into care after then youngest started school and social services realised what was going on.
Me and mum drove home in silence, she knew I didn't really want to talk and she respected that. Just as we entered our town she pulled into McDonalds. She knows it is my favourite and let me have whatever I wanted, so I had a large wrap meal, an extra snaxj wrap and a cheeseburger, and they I has a mcflurry and an apple pie after. After all the sugar had gfotten into my system I felt a lot less shakey and managed to give my mum a quavered thank you for the !meal, xconsiderinbg she sat there with nothing but a big macnand a diet coke.
Once we got home I went upo to my room. I felt so shit and when I noticed that I had no messagesnfrom anyone, not even Angela, I felt even worse. I started crying. I couldn't stop. I just get crying and crying and looked over to my desk at the little saafe I had there. Knowing I shouldnt startnupo my old habit I looked away buy after at keasty an hour of non stop crying I got up and oumnched in the code. Getting out my one true saver of sadness, I sat on my bed and put the blade into my skin. The blood trickled down my wrist and splashed on ym bed. I knew I shouldn't have but I felt better after doing it. Wanting to do it more andmore but knowing I shouldn't I poiulled the second ting out of my safe that always makes me feel better and opendped my window. Lea ing out I light the cigarette and take a long drag. It felt good. After three fags in a row I sat back on ym bed and checked Facebook again. I had a message from my three only friends, Angela, Brandon, and Reece. All of them just saying hi, seeing if I would talk. I opened Reece's message first and replied just retiring his hi. Then messaging branding the same. When it came to angela I told her what I had done that day. Closing all the message tabs I start scrolling though my feed when a message from Brandon popped up.
Brandon Fleet: are you busy?
Tessa Marsh: not really, why?
Brandon Fleet: I'm at Reece's and we are playing Minecraft, wondered if you wanted to come join us.
Tessa Marsh: let me check with my mum
Brandon Fleet: okay
Tessa Marsh: on my way now see you in ten.