Alone

Dr. Hansen's Journal Entry#1

Y/n is keep having these flashbacks of her trauma.

I tried to snap her out of it, but it seems that it's killing her inside. She won't tell me what happened, she says if she tells me that "he" will kill her.

I try to make her tell me who "he" is, but she won't tell me. She says he knows that we're talking.

Everytime she comes to my office, there's more marks on her. Bruises after bruises, black eyes after black eyes, and broken limb after broken limb. Everytime I ask her what's wrong she says " I fell".
How do you get a black eye from falling?

I ask her if it was "him", but she freaks out and runs out the door before I get an answer. I tried contacting her later but no one never answers.

Her mother died last month and ever since then, things got worse. I've never seen such a child be so scared in life like how I've seen Y/n.

I'm afraid if I don't do anything.....

....... Then it would be the death of her.

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"What is the issue today Ms. Y/l/n?"

"I'm alone.... I am never loved, I'm starving but I refused to eat, and he is always watching", she replied ,looking behind her to see if no one was there.

"Y/n, why do you feel that way?", I say in concerned voice.

"Because it's true....I'm alone, unlovable, and a waste of time!"

"Y/n, that's not true. You are----"

I get interrupted by Y/n's cellphone. She checks her phone and a scared look slowly appears on her face. She then hurried and jumped on her feet, gather her things, and scurried to the door.

"I'm sorry Dr. Hansen, but I gotta go"

And there she was, gone with the wind. I just hope she doesn't come back with new marks or I'm going to have to do some "research".