It's almost 4am in the morning, and I'm wide awake thinking back two years ago, the two years ago that Regina wanted to fork out of me. The people who weren't there for me the most two years ago suddenly "care" and want to "help" me with my problems, that is right, my parents, Regina doesn't know this, that my parents are the source of my problems. They probably gave her some shitty excuse that my best friend died or I was bullied at school, like they did with my other therapist to keep them out of the blame.
My dad was a drug user and my mother wasn't too far off from it. He abused both of us, she let it happen, and she stood there watching me being tormented. I figured she didn't do anything because she was afraid of herself getting beaten twice as worse as me. She told me not to tell anyone or complain to anyone, or she'd make sure that I would be killed the next time. I felt unwanted and not worthy. I started to skip school, do drugs and all the other crazy getaways from additional stress. My dad eventually moved out. I have no idea why he is back in my life, but I'm supposed to be okay with it.
I don't know if it's guilt that's finally killing them on the inside, of thinking about making me go to therapy, when clearly the only people with problems are them. Call me dumb, but I'm over the situation, I have moved on and I am slightly contented with my life now. But even my own parents can't see that, and all their "help" is doing is preventing me to do exactly that.
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It's All My Fault
Teen FictionJodie, a sixteen year old who lives in a small town finally as a given opportunity to go travel in the big city of New York. Most people have wishes of going there and experiencing the fun, but she doesn't. She doesn't even want to hear her mother...
