Secrets No One Knows

Okay I don't know how to begin this, but here I go. 

I am not an average teenage girl that you may know of. I do not have a boyfriend, not many friends,  I rather sit and do nothing rather than hang with the friends i do have, and failing all my classes.  My parents think there is something wrong with me, because i wear a lot of black, dye my hair different colors, even wear too much make up. I don't do the bright red lipstick or over do the eyeliner, I simply do the dark black eyeliner on top and bottom of my eye, the base, and sometimes I will do lip gloss, but that is ware. Because of me liking black, my parents take me to a special doctor every weekend. To be honest this "special doctor" is a cover up for a mental hospital. As you walk into this depressed tan waiting room, there these people who look crazy, sometimes they are in the corner of the room banging their head in the wall. The people in the white science coats, like the one my science teacher wears, comes and pulls the people out. Final I get pulled into a purple room with black cabinets, that holds a bunch of doctor tools. They tell me to sit in a white chair and they start asking me all these questions about my childhood. All I say is that I don't remember much about my chidhood, theres a few stories that I remember, not much but they are there. I guess since I told these doctors I have to tell you, they can be a bit horrifying, so don't freak. Here I go. 

I was about 5 years old, I was the girly girl then. My mom, in her gray and pink jogging suit with he lushes blonde hair pulled back to a high pony tail went off to the gym like she always does on Mondays through Friday from seven o'clock to nine o'clock in the morning. My dad would go off for the week or a couple of days on a campaign. He was going to New York city, I wanted to go because I never seen New York, but he won't let me. He never lets me go anywhere with him. I would sit on the edge of his bed watching him pack, begging him to let me go. He was wearing a black business suit with a blue tie, every day he would leave he will always wear the same suit, but when he would arrive home he would wear a purple tie. When he was done packing he would go in the kitchen make a sandwich and a phone call. He would never tell me who it was, but I relized whenever he did that it was to my babysitter, Rebbcca. I never told him that I knew it was too her, I would play along and act like I had no idea. When she gets here I would run and hide in my room. I did not like her, she was 6'3", skinny like a stick, all wrinkly with a hunched back, she would even  smell like a hobo with mustard stain, she would always accuse me of doing stuff I never did, even force me to do things that she said she needed it done. By the time I come out of my room my dad had already pulled out of the driveway. I would stare down the stairs at Rebbcca, never said a word just stared in those gray eyes of hers. I run back to my room after five minutes, I hear a glass shatter. 

 Water drips into a puddle on bamboo wood floor from a black and brown granit counter that held my mother's flower vase from her wedding. I see the bright red lipstick look straight at me with a black camera taking a picture. She black mails me with the photo and the old fashion phone in her hand. I would get knocked out on my couch and wake up with my undergarments on. I never told anyone what happened because I didn't know what she did to me, I just knew that she would violently hit me repaeatedly. I'm sure she would strangle me too.

By this time of my memory the scientists connected clear half inch tubes to little needles and peirce the needles in my arm. That little needle does a lot of pain. They would also have two yellow sucsion cups to my chest to watch my heart rate when I remember. I would have to put my arms on the wooden arm-rest that has black straps. They would strap me in, even my feet would get strapped to the chair.

When my mom got home, I would already be in the shower inspecting my body. I like the feeling of the hot water, so I would stay in there till the hot water ran out. There would be scratches and bruises on my back with grab marks on my arms and neck. Sometime I would find rope burns on my wrist. I didn't know what happened, so I wouldn't tell my mother.

The doctors are done, they got all the need. As I would stare at them they would be getting all the wires off of me. They dismiss me and I go to my mom and we leave. There would be no calls from them, but this time a week later they called.