A few weeks have passed by and she gets tired of wondering and thinking continuously about if anyone else remembered the dreadfulness that had happened so Juliet wanted to ask her mother. she was very hesitant as of when to start asking questions, but one day her and her mother were cleaning up in the kitchen, so Juliet paused what she was doing and lent against the cupboard and began to speak "hey can we talk?" she proceeded to say "do you remember what happened to Sarah and I when we were little with that guy?". Then began a long period of silence that felt like forever.
"Of coarse i remember, how could i forget. Why are you asking?" her mother spoke almost choking on her words. "Lately I've been having nightmares like really graphic ones and I just don't know what to do." They both took a pause and put there heads down, "well I will make a couple calls. I'll get you someone who can help you." she paused then continued to say "i think you need to talk to someone." Juliet looked fairly puzzled. "I don't want to talk to stranger! This is not what i want!" she yelled at her mother, "Juliet you need this. I'm calling and that's final."
Juliet walked away crying, she ran up the stairs and slammed her door. This isn't at all what she wanted. She was just asking questions, but i guess this is how the world works for her.
"Juliet!" her mother called her down the stairs. She was back in the kitchen, "you have a meeting on Tuesday. That's three days, just enough time to get your thoughts together." her mother spoke calmly. "Are you serious?! This isn't what i wanted! What do you think is gonna happen?! You think I'm gonna show up there and be open and honest and talk to this complete stranger!? Because if so, you're crazy!"
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Tragic
Non-FictionThis story is about and event that changed this poor girls whole life. She thought it would never get better but she thought wrong. Although the feeling was always there things weren't as bad as they seemed.
