Sophie picked me up this morning, like she used to, before him. She smiled when she saw me, but her eyes brimmed with tears when she saw me walking out to the car with my shaking hands folded over my stomach. She asked me if I was okay, nervously.
I told her I was, but there were tears in my eyes, too. When we got to school, I left before she could see them, because that would surely cause her to cry more. And I really don't need more tears today.
I don't think I'll ever really be okay, and it's a damn shame, but maybe someday I won't feel so hopelessly lost.
a/n: wrote this in science, sorry if it sucks.
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Short Storyin which a victim of rape recovers, with the help of a snarky pair of siblings//spinoff of Warmth//#335 in short story (well, it USED to be; i'm not bitter, don't worry) (jk, super bitter) TRIGGER WARNING FOR RAPE, please don't read this if it's gon...
