The Difference

Chapter 2

Nov. 12, 1998

I can see thinks. Things that other people can't. I'm special, or at least, that's what my psychiatrist says.

They indulge me. Like, I'm trapped inside my mind, and can't get out until they're over. I see them often, but not once have I understood them.

I see people. I'm talking to a guy, 17, 18 at the most. He hugs me in a way that seems closer than friend. There's a girl there too. She has dark brown hair. She says her name is Gavin.

That's my most recent "seeing". I've seen it a lot lately, and I don't know why.
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I look up from my journal and find myself starring at Mrs. Delucy, my therapist/psychiatrist.

"Is this good?" I ask, showing her what I wrote down.

"Very nice!" She says enthusiasticly. "Exept, maybe you should call them "visions" instead of "seeings". Is that ok with you?"

I nod, scribble out the word "seeing", and write the word "vision" in it's place.

"Well." She said, "I think that's enough for today." She shuffled in her chair, and I knew well enough that it was time to go.

Whenever mom comes home for a few days, dad somehow immediately cleans up his act, gets rid of all the beer bottles, and fixes the house strait up. I can't even tell mom about abusive dad, because of dad's threats that he'll wip us harder than ever!

Mom came home last weekend, and I told her about some weird dreams I've been having. Dreams that wouldn't go away. So, mom got me a therapist. I wanted to tell my therapist about my dad, but I was scared of what he'd do to me if he found out.

I grabbed my bag and was about to head out the door, but abruptly stopped myself.

"Wait, Mrs. Delucy? When's our next appointment?" I asked. I liked being around her. She reminded me of my mom in several ways. She was sweet, caring, nurturing. I felt a lot more safe when I was around her.

"Well," she said, thinking, "how about on Wednesday?" I nodded. That sounded good. I only had to wait 2 days.

Then I was off. I walked out into the parking lot. I didn't expect dad to come and pick me up. So as usual, I walked home. It was only about a mile and a half away...