"And down the rabbit hole she goes!" Sang my mother. Cheerful, an angel fighting to be free from all the darkness in this world. "Ok sweetheart I'll see you tonight."
I said goodbye tugging at my sweater sleeves. She knew what was hiding under them, all the attempts to end it all. I was better now, I guess.
I zoned out to the dreamy utopia of my vast Disney collection, sang the songs, cried when necessary, smiled when appropriate. Most girls my age would be at high school right now, getting their hearts broken by varsity jocks and bitching about their best friends. A social life never suited me. This was my reality, I sat alone 9 to 9 whole my mom worked at her law firm, all those people- I would never be capable of stomaching it, after all the more people the less oxygen. I've tried everything but I still can't seem to get back to how I was before everything happened. I don't remember much apart from being happy, I had friends, reasons to get up in the morning. Now it's loop of vivid cartoons day in, day out.
It's not like I don't ever leave the house. I have a room filled with notes, different versions of the same thing. I take walks, I see a therapist. Well- saw. She resigned. I have a new guy coming in, mom thinks he'll be a breath of fresh air but the air isn't fresh when there's too many people, I don't cope with strangers.
His office isn't far. The air never touches my arms or legs, even in the summer if I exposed my scarred skin I would get the looks of disgust.
The waiting room is bare as always. Did I lock the door? Yes. Was the stove on? No. Does mom know I'm here? Yes she booked your appointment. Does he have all my details? There's no way you would know that, stop overthinking it gets you into bad places!
"Riley Green?" I looked up and start walking to the voice.
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Wonderland
Historia CortaShe was always different. See the story of a damaged teen unfold while one man does his best to save her from her previous troubles threatening to chase her to the grave.
