So What If I'm Crazy?

Chapter 7

FINALLY THE ONLY CHAPTER THAT REALLY MATTERS!

"Chris?"

"Yes."

"Why are we at a psychology hospital?"

"To get you help."

"What kind of 'help' do I need?"

"Your obviously depressed, and I'm pretty sure it's my fault so I'm gonna do everything I can to make sure your not depressed anymore."

I couldn't help but laugh. I mean he wasn't wrong, I am a little depressed, but it wasn't obvious. Actually no ones every even thought twice about me being sad or unhappy. Either way there's nothing he can do to make me stop feeling the way I do. So I don't even know why he bothers trying.

We went inside and a doctor who seemed to know Chris very well came up to us. He took us inside a room and sat us down in front of his desk.

"So Ms.Foster, how are you feeling today?"

"Perfect." I said with a smile.

"Ms. Foster if you were feeling perfectly fine then I don't think you would be in this hospital to begin with." My smile completely vanished. He didn't have to give me so much attitude."My job is to listen to you vent and then do my best to help you. Please don't make this harder than it needs to be."

"You wanna hear me vent? Fine." I looked over to Chris and back at the doctor.

"On my 5th birthday my parents got into a huge argument, my dad would constantly hit my mother and threaten her that if she didn't get a job he would leave. That day he actually did. But with me. He wasn't the most loving father. Every night he would lay on the couch drunk sobbing about how much he missed mom. When he finally got himself together he never acted the same. He started hitting me and scolding me and whenever I did something bad he wouldn't feed me for days. I asked him why he was abusing me like this and he said it was my fault that he had to leave mom. That I was just a mistake. Overtime I actually started to think that it was true. As I got older he started to bring his friends around me. He kept saying things like when I got older he was gonna sell me to these guys and make me have sex with them for money. Whenever he was really drunk he would let them feel on me and kiss on me and make me do what the told me. I was a child. I didn't know what was happening I just went with it cause it made my father happy. When I turned 11 my mom called and said she wanted me back. She won custody over me and took me home to live with her when when I was 12. I went to a new school and only made 3 real friends. I stayed with those friends for a very long time. We went everywhere together and did everything together. But once we reached high school. One of those friends of mine started to change. One day a student came over to him and told him he was a sissy and fagot for being around the same girls 24/7 and actually liking the things we liked that no one else did. After that he started to avoid us little by little before just not talking to us at all. One night, he called me and told me that he wanted to apologize for everything and I needed to meet him at this place. Of course me being the trusting girl that I am just didn't even think twice about it before I went. I was just so happy to finally get my friend back. When I got to this place it was empty and the lights were dim. I looked around for my friend but he was no where to be found. Before I knew it, someone grabbed me threw me over their shoulder and brought me to an empty room. There was three guys. They made me do and say all types of things to them. They raped me and tortured me that entire night. When I looked in the corner. I saw my so called friend just watching me and recording everything that happened. Not even trying to help me. I was in so much pain, physically and mentally. I wanted to kill everything and everyone. You know what, looking back on it, maybe I deserved it. Maybe it was punishment for being such a stupid and naive little girl."

The room went quiet. I looked over at Chris and he was trying so hard not to look me in the eyes.

"Ms. Foster-

"You know what doc I really think I should get going."

"But I haven't even gave any solution to help you yet."

"There is no solution to my pain. With the two main people I hate the most still hovering over me all the time, nothing will ever be okay again." He just looked at me before nodding and I left the room.

"Lilac slow down."

"I'm really not in the mood to talk just take me home please."

"But-

"I said take me home."

"Lilac I can't just do everything you tell me only to make me regret not saying what I need to say. I get that you still hate me and want nothing to do with me but I don't feel the same way. I miss my friends, I miss my best friends and I just really want you back in my life as someone who cares about me instead of someone who wants to chop my head off."

"Well you should of thought about that before you did what you did."

"What do I have to do to make you understand how sorry I am?"

"Absolutely nothing. Trust is like a mirror Chris. You can fix it if its broken, but you'll never look at it the same again, because you can still see the cracks in that mother fucker's reflection."

"LILAC FOSTER!!" I quickly looked behind me to see my father with rage in his eyes storming over here.

"Dad what the hell are you doing here? How did you find me?"

"I told you to be home in 10 damn minutes but you wanted to be a disobedient bitch and be an hour and a half late."

"Calm down it wasn't her fault I was the one who didn't wanna take her home on time." Chris told my father but just ignored him and grabbed my arm and dragged me into the car."Dad let go your hurting me."

"Shut up."

"What the hell don't grab her like that you jackass!" My father snapped his head over at Chris.

"What did you just call me?"