Broken (Edited edition)

Mrs. Swelly

It's been about three days after the talk with Andy, and I'm laying on the couch. I had a good night sleep, but I got up really early. It's the weekend, and Mark is sleeping in. I'm on my stomach, with a pillow under my head. I took a shower before coming downstairs, and have my hair up in a beanie. I'm feeling a lot better after letting out so much rage, and also talking about what happened. The lady on the TV is talking about a shooting in downtown L.A., then I hear her start talking about Todd." An escaped prisoner from Boston drove into L.A. to find his younger sister. Police have told press that he abused his sister, and she was taken away from him. She was taken in by a famous Youtuber, and he took her in. The prisoner tracked down the younger sister, and was killed in self-defense." I shut the TV off, and get up. I walk into the kitchen, and open the fridge.

Inside it's full of food, and I'm confused for a moment. I don't think I've opened the fridge before. Maybe once, but it was before Mark went shopping. The fridge is full with food, almost bulging with food. Eggs, bread, ham, cheese, milk, soda, beer, everything. I grab a water I find after a few moments, and go upstairs to my room. My laptop is sitting on the floor, and I grab it. I bring it back downstairs, and sit on the couch. I've gotten an Instagram, a YouTube account, Tumblr, Pinterest, and even a Twitter. I start posting some drawings of mine on Tumblr, and I got over two million followers in the first day of having a Tumblr. I start looking at art by other people, and re-blog some of them. The morning is long, and it's around nine when I hear Mark moving around upstairs. He's jumping around it almost sounds like, and then I hear him swear.

He then comes down the stairs, and pats me on the head as he pats by." What are you doing?" He asks." I'm playing on Tumblr." I say, and he pours himself a bowl of cereal." Today we meet the new Therapist." Mark says, and I look over at him as he sits down next to me." I think she'll help us both a lot." He says as he eats, and I shrug." I'm use to having Therapists."

"Really?"

"Yeah, both of my parents are doctors. " I tell him, and he looks over at me." I didn't know that." He says, and I shut my laptop." My mom dealt with crazies, my dad dealt with addicts." I say, and he looks confused a moment, but not that confused." If they were doctors, dealt with the problems of the mind, why did they treat you so badly?" He asks, and I look over at him." They deal with adults, not children. So having us two, or one now, they didn't know how to treat us. So they tortured me, and they treated Todd as an adult." I feel his arm slowly crawl around me, and he just sits there." At least you got out of that situation." He says, and I agree. I could've been killed if I wasn't.

Mark looks at his watch again, and finishes his cereal quickly." We better get going if we want to catch our appointment." He says, and I get off the couch. I pull on some slip-ons, then grab my coat. Mark has his coat already on, and grabs his keys." Okay, let's go." Mark says, and I follow him. I've gotten use to our schedule. We get up, eat, get dressed, and leave the house. Because most of the time we're really busy all the time. I'm not complaining, it's just that I could use some free time when we aren't busy. We ride the elevator down, and go to the car. Mark says that we have to stop some place afterward." Where?"

"I have to get your prescriptions." He says, and I nod." How many pills do I have to take?" I ask, and he looks over at me as I put my seat belt on." About three, one you only need to take once a month. Don't worry, it's not that bad. I promise." He says, and starts driving. He looks over at me every few seconds, and I start looking at him." Can I ask you something?" He asks, and I say sure." What is it like, in your mind, after you go through what you went through? I mean what is your thinking process?" He asks. I have to think for a moment, and look over at him as I pull one of my legs up on the chair." I think of everything as a sort of danger.  Everything is an evil of this world to me, until I prove it to be safe.  An example could be you.  I saw you as dangerous when I saw you in the hotel room.  But when you told me you weren't going to hurt me, I saw you as a 'safe zone'.  Get it?"  Mark is pulling into a parking lot in front of a tall building,

"So, can you do something about it?  Like, can it be changed?"  He asks, and I look over at him."  Can you change the way you think."  I ask, and he's dumbfounded.  He never thought about that."  I'm sorry, I guess I wasn't thinking asking that."  He says, and turns off the car."  You ready?" He asks, and I take in a deep breathe.  We get out of the car, and walk toward the building."  Do you think she's nice?'  I ask, stopping before he opens the door."  I don't know, she probable is.  Most therapists are nice, I guess this one will be to."   He says, and opens up the door.  I walk in first with him following. He has his hands on my shoulders, and makes sure I keep going.  Most of the kids are older, and look Emo.  All of them have black hair, black clothes, black makeup, and pale skin.  Lots of them are wearing long sleeved shirts, like me.  Mark brings me over to a chair, and I sit down on it."  You cut?"  The boy next to me ask, and I look up at him." What?  I'm sorry?"  I ask, and he rolls his eyes."  You know cut?  Slice?"  He asks, and I look at him stunned."  No, someone abused me.  Made it look like I did."  I say, and the boy looks at me stunned.  He sits up in his chair a bit, and pulls his sleeve up.  Short thin lines are raked across his wrists horizontally.  

"I've been cutting for two years."  He says, and I stare at him in shock."  You just show them off, you aren't afraid?"  I ask, and he shakes his head."  No, because they show a story.  They show my depression, and how much pain I go through.  You're could show your friends that you aren't afraid to show that side of yourself."  He says, and I look down at my sleeves.  They cover all of my arms, and cover some of my hand.  I curl my fingers around the front of it, and pull my sleeve up just an inch.  The boy can see just a few of them, then I pull my sleeve down."  It takes time."  He says, and I smile at him."  Lyca Parker and Mark Fischbach."  I hear from the front desk, and I get up.  I wave to the boy, and run to Mark.  We enter through a back door, and go into the Therapist's office.

The Therapist is a woman, and she's really tall.  She has dark brown hair, blue eyes, and tan skin.  She's wearing a brown suit, white button up, and black heels.  She's sitting in a big leather chair, and has a notepad in her lap."  Hello, I'm Mrs. Swelly."  She says, and we sit on her big couch across from her desk.  Mark is sitting next to me, and we say hello to her."  I've gone over your files Ms. Lyca, and I would like to just chat for a moment."  I nod, and I see Mark looking at me.  I look over at him, and then back at Mrs. Swelly."  I would like to start with your parents.  What was it like?"  She asks, using her hands a lot."  My parents had a hard time understanding how they were suppose to raise children.  They didn't know anything about children, they're entire lives they were surrounded by adults.  So they were confused, and punished us all the time.  Well, punished me all the time.  They're doctors like you, deal with people with problems."  I say, and she nods.

"Okay, how did they punish you?"  She asks, and I sigh."  I don't want to talk about that."  I say, and I feel Mark's hand on top of mine."  That's alright, we can tuck that away for now.  Let's talk about your brother.  How did this even come about?"  She asks, and I look down at my lap."  I knew he would find us, it wasn't a surprise to me when he came.  It just surprised me he was willing to kill to get to me.  When I saw him, and I saw what he had done, I could feel anger mixing with my fear.  Then he told me what he was going to do to me and Mark, it triggered my 'gift'."  I say, and she looks up from her notepad."  What did you feel when you 'woke up'?"  She asks, and I look over at Mark.  He's also curious, and staring at me.

"I felt....numb."

The appointment goes on forever, and finally Mrs. Swelly says we'll save that for next week."  Next week?  That early?"  I ask, and she shuts her notebook."  That's normal times."  She says, and I get off the couch.  She pats my shoulder, and smiles at me."  You have a good day."  She says, then Mark and I leave."  See?  That wasn't so bad."  Mark says, shoving me playfully."  I guess, but it's still  weird to me."  I say.  He shrugs, and smiles at me a bit. "  You want to go see the Grumps?"  He asks, and I nod."  Yeah, I would like that a lot."  I say.  We get in the car, and drive to the Grump Station.