Will

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Will

All night they spent interrogating me. Asking me questions about my childhood, High School,  my relationship with my family, when I first started taking drugs, alcohol, even my work. I kept telling them over and over again that there was nothing wrong with me and that I was cured. But they seemed to be very well informed: it must have been Dr Lilly. I hated her. She used to grill me about my life  just like this, way back when I used to go to therapy. But barely spoke and remained completely reserved so she suggested to Susan my mother they I come for therapy more often. I hated her fake smiles and concerned expressions. She was a diabolical woman, a vile snake and a hypocrite. I first started going to therapy when I was in Middle School after something terrible happened to my family and me. I had started to withdraw from everything and my teachers were concerned. I even stopped eating for a while. My mother was desperate to get our lives back to normal after the horrible incident. Dr Lilly was the answer, I guess in her opinion. She was her High School friend and they had kept in touch. Little did I know that my Mother was secretly going to therapy sessions herself all those years ago. My Mother was a cautionary tale. She had tons of secrets and a very dark past. The last thing she said before she was escorted to the mental institution was " You are no daughter of mine." She didn't yell it at me she said in a very quiet voice almost like a whisper. I still remember how she looked, hysterical, bloodied and deranged. 

Song of Choice: Perfect- Simple Plan

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