Short Stories x

Blood is thicker than water.

My names Evelyn. No one really likes me, but why should they. I'm a freak. I started thinking it was my fault so i resorted to cutting, the burning sensation fascinated me. It made me feel at my senses. I know I know it's not good for me but the pain is like a soldier stopping the war of problems I have. But I'm sick of it, I'm sick of wearing long sleeves because of the scars, I'm sick of being 'that depressed girl' and most of all, I'm sick of hating myself.

Time skip to a month later

This is it, my new home I looked up at the worn down sign it read 'Asylum for the depressed' I didn't need an asylum my mother was just sick of me. "Goodbye Evelyn and remember listen to the people and you will get better." She says coldly. She never really liked me.I mean who would? She wanted a boy anyway. I walk in shifting one foot after the other until I'm synchronized with the woman taking me to my room. I got a proper room because I'll be there a while. "Get settled lovely, you're new therapist will be here shortly in the wardrobe are the clothes you will need." She said sweetly. I like her.
Time skip to therapist

"Hello you must be Evelyn, I'm Daniel but please call me dan." A man around the same age as me said kindly while I nodded. "So Evelyn what do people call you?" He questioned trying to start a conversation I looked down and replied quietly "People don't talk to me so I don't have a nickname" he touched my shoulder and said "hmmm what about Evie" I nodded in appreciation.
2 years later
Today is the day me and Dan leave he's retired an I'm happy. Goodbye asylum.