TOO GOOD.

|fifty seven

anxiety,

depression,

eating disorders.

that's what my doctor told me today.

she gave me four more bottles of pills
to try and help with everything.

she called my parents,

who picked me up later that day.

they were mad.

my mother's mouth was in a tight frown,

and my father's fists were clinched,

ready to beat the shit out of me again.

i didn't care anymore.

i didn't care at all.

when we got home-

well,

when we got to their house,

we sat at the table,

pretending to be a family again.

then,

there was a knock on the door.

in came another family.

a mother,

a father,

and their daughter.

she was beautiful,

and clearly into me.

as soon as she sat beside me,

her hands instantly placed themselves on my thigh under the table.

she secretly ran it up shamelessly while introducing herself to my parents.

i was mortified and scared.

i just wanted it to stop.

i didn't want anyone to touch me besides you,

and honestly the fact that even crossed my mind after what you did to me make me feel even more disgusted about this.