The Traumatized Girl

Not this again

I woke up at 7:30 to be exact. I got up to use the bathroom and jumped when the notebook and pencil fell on the floor. I guess I fell asleep while drawing. I looked at my drawing in a proud way very pleased with my work. Maybe I should be a artist.. Hmmm something to think about since it makes me happy. Anyways , I headed to the bathroom to do my business. When I went to wash my hands I saw a toothbrush and toothpaste. Interesting... I guess I'll brush my teeth then. As I brushed my teeth my thoughts went straight to my brother coming. So much fear ran through my body. But then I realized we were in a fucking hospital... I'll be safe here. And if they catch him hitting me or trying to rape me he'll be locked up. I don't know why but I just realized that I can just tell the doctor's what I've been through. Because I hate my brother. I thought about that for a minute then shook my head in frustration. Oh , and my parents? They wouldn't give a fuck anyways. I hate them too. All three of them can rot in hell. They don't give a fuck about me.

I walked back to the bed and layed down. The doctor came in and smiled while 2 people followed behind him. I didn't recognize who they were , until one of them walked closer to me. Oh great. My parents? All I could do was look. I looked at them with mixed emotions. Anger , hate , and sadness. "Sweetie, h-how? Why?" I just rolled my eyes."Stop acting like you care". My mom grew guilty. I could tell... it was written all over her face. "I'm sorry". She began to speak again." You know that your father and I are so busy. And I'm sorry for that". Bullshit.... Her acting is great. "No, save it". My dad eventually spoke up. " Don't start with this , didn't you hear your mother. You're acting like a ungrateful little brat". Wow... Really? Ok."How am I suppose to be grateful when you and mom are never fucking around?! I just don't understand you were never there for me ... Never!" I didn't know I was crying but I was so pissed so angry."Leave". I said with tears still rushing down my face. "LEAVE". And at that they were walking out the door. Geez what else? What next? Oh yea .... My dirty brother.

After hours of crying , the doctor walked in again. And after walked in the devil himself. Neem. The rapist. The woman beater. My brother. I quickly looked away then looked down. " Baby sister? You ok? Oh god you had me worried sick". I guess my family were always great actors. "I'm fine". I said still not looking his way , he rubbed my arm and I jumped. I looked up at the doctor and saw him look suspicious. "Don't touch me". My brother looked at me so hard that it felt like he was burning a hole through my skin I hate when he does that. I sat there clearly uncomfortable knowing that if we were home he would beat the shit out of me. " W-what?" I just sat there. "Um". The doctor cleared his throat. " I'll uh.. Leave you two alone". At that he walked out. "Who the fuck are you talking to? I'll touch you if I want to". He said. "No.. I'll tell the doctor's everything". He just sat quiet. " You wouldn't ". " i would".

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~Breezy