Dragged Back From Hell

Chapter Seven

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I slowly lifted my head up as I glanced around the room. Shock. That was the most dominant expression on my family's faces. "I'm sorry. That was too much." I whispered as I wrapped my arms around my body, trying to shrink back into myself.

"Oh Vi..." I heard Monica say in a hushed tone. I looked up and could see the pain in her face. "I cannot imagine what you have been through, I don't think I want to. You're my daughter, Vi, and I am too grateful to have you back in my life to ever not want you. You are my miracle."

I watched as she reached over and encased my hand in hers, offering me a kind smile. Accepting it, I returned the smile and could feel a sense of warmth as she squeezed my hand gently.

My head snapped up as I heard Dr. Fole clap her hands together. "Now folks, this is what I call progress!" I watched as she swiftly scooped her navy blue pen up from her lap and quickly jotted down a series of notes.

"Now," she continued, finishing off a few notes before looking up at Jackson, adjusting her glasses as she did so. "How do you feel about Violet's return to the family?" She finally asked before leaning back in her black study chair.

I glanced over at Jackson; he was deep in thought. "I really don't know. Yes, I am so happy to have my sister home. The missing piece of the puzzle is home, it's just..." He trailed off, as if trying to find the right words.

"You are scared you'll be forgotten?" Dr. Fole finished for him, tilting her head slightly as she studied him.

"I suppose... I know that mum and dad are trying to do everything to make Violet feel at home. I just worry that they will overcompensate too much, and I'll just be left behind. As they try to furiously mend the family back together." I watched Jackson carefully as he said this. It was hard to hear, but I understood how he felt.

Yes, this has been hard for me, but it's also been hard on him. I suddenly thought about what Sean said. How I never knew I was missing anyone, but Jackson was the opposite. He has spent his entire life knowing that he was missing a sister. For all he knew, I could have been dead. A part of me thinks I may have been the lucky one, when comparing the two situations. I spent most of my life somewhat comfortable, yes Natasha was a terrible human being, but I wasn't constantly missing someone I loved.

Jackson was missing someone his entire life and he has been carrying that sadness his entire life. So have Monica and Leon. Mum and dad.

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The therapy session was enlightening. After Jackson's confession, Leon and Monica did their best to comfort him, but I knew it was still weighing on him. That's why I knew I had to talk to him.

Slowly walking to his bedroom door, I took in a deep breath before I gingerly knocked. "Come in." I heard his deep voice say from the other side. Opening the door, I walked inside and went to where he was sitting on his bed.

"I'm sorry." I told him, knitting my fingers together as I looked at the carpeted floor. My head up snapped up though when I heard a chuckle come from Jackson.

He was shaking his head slowly. "Why are you sorry, Vi? You have done nothing wrong." He informed me, his head tilted to the side now in curiosity.

"For just catapulting back into your lives. For all the pain I caused being gone. For being so distant since I've been back." I confided, chewing the inside of my cheek as I tried to fight myself from crying.