gravity ➳ s.m.

thirty-six

*2 months ago*

Becca's P.O.V.

"But you don't understand I didn't do it on purpose"

"Of course you didn't" The counselor tries to make me feel better by giving me a teethy sympathetic smile while patting me on the back. I just sink back into my chair and let out a heavy sigh.

This is my 4th therapist due to a situation very similar to this one where I have suggested to the previous three to shove a tiny Korean object up there assholes.

If I lose this one, I'm screwed. If she keeps implying I am suicidal so will she.

"I didn't do anything!" I ball my fists.

"This person showed up in my house and nearly burned it to the ground and you are telling me you believe it was my fault!? Like I wanted it to happen, LIKE I MADE IT HAPPEN!?" I shouted the rage practically oozing from me.

"That's exactly it Rebecca! You're finally coming to terms with this!" She exclaims and I scrunch my face to indicate the only crazy one here is her.

"YOU DIDN'T DO IT! you didn't do anything!" She snaps wrinkling her pink blouse by throwing her hands in the air in defense.

After a few seconds her face softens and she clears her throat, sitting back in her chair while straightening her top.

With that I struggle to throw my army bag over my shoulder and storm out of her office walking past the mean lady in the windowed office resembling the one from monsters Inc. chanting;

"Aren't you going to make an appointment?"

"Bullshit" I mutter along with a follow up of non pg words as I slam the car door while crossing my arms.

"I guess I don't need to ask how it went then." My mother states as she reapplies the concealer to the still very obvious hand-mark wounds around her neck.

Flashback:

I storm into the flashing house after pushing through the crowd of people surrounding my childhood home, holding tape recorders to my mouth only to find a house full of even more people in suits and uniforms inspecting photos of my childhood self along with the blood stained walls and burnt to crisp furniture.

"Rebecca! Rebecca! We are live at your very own home, what are your thoughts on the scene, our K2C news followers are very interested." A man states standing to my side as a man flashes a camera at me along with a crew of other people.

But before I can either cry on the spot before running away or kindly tell the man to fuck off another one in a uniform swarms around us barking;

"Hey! What are you doing here!?" causing the team to rush out the back door.

"Are you alright?" He asks me as the room spins and I notice his hand held out for what seems to be in a warning but calming manor.

But all I can hear is the flashing of cameras and called out codes from behind myself.

"10-06", "10-39", "10-62", and "10-86" being heard most often.

I can hear the echo of the whispers from outside the open door;

"I heard it was suicide" "I heard it was homicide" "Is that Rebecca!?" "What is she doing here?" "She lives on my street, she's always been weird"

I can feel the chill in the air from what must either be suspense or shock.

I can smell the now replaced smell of expensive wine with the smell of smoke.
And you bet your ass I can taste the sweat rolling down my face in the continuous flashback of what seemed like years ago but was only a few hours ago of me nearly burning alive with the rest of my house if it weren't for Matt the boy in the brown sweatshirt, my savior.

"Miss what's your name?" I hear the man standing in front of me say as my eyes travel off again and sweat peaks at my forehead, the words pounding in my head, keeping a permanent spot there forever.

"That's Rebecca Thomson! Missing girl from hospital, this is her accident." Another cop comes up from behind him stating, looking me up and down.

"Are you alright? Do you need anything? Are you hurt?" The first cop questions shocked by my presence.

I stay silent as I listen to him list off many questions, as he reaches into his back pocket secretivly to grab what seem to be handcuffs with my head still spinning wild and pounding deeply. The tension rises in the room as everything falls silent.

"Run." I tell myself and my legs carry me out the back door.

I ran all the way down the street with a cop chasing me before I lost him after hopping in a random persons bushes.

I struggle to remove myself from the thorny bushes that have left me with several specks of blood.

I walk down the yard of the persons house carefully as if the grass were sleeping and I was trying not to wake it.

And that's when I reconized the house.

I peeked back over the bushes staring through the window.

"Shawn."

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A/N:

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