amour plastique

14

BRYNN'S POV

"How are you feeling on this last day of March today, Brynn?"

"Better."

"In what way?"

"Admitting to myself and to my friends about what truly happened to me."

"And are you comfortable with expressing your inner troubles?"

"I am, kind of."

"Do you want to know how you'll know when you are fully okay with expressing yourself?"

"Sure, I guess."

"You'll fully be okay with expressing your past, and the pain of your assault when you are able to speak your story without crying. It doesn't mean to tell every single person you know until you can't cry anymore. It means that when you are comfortable to release your pain onto someone, and could trust again, then you'll be okay with your past and not be ashamed anymore."

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"How was your session?" Andrea asked as we walked through the mall towards the food court.

"It went really good. I'm finally becoming comfortable of who I am, and of not being ashamed."

"That's really good Bry. I'm proud of you." She hugged me and I responded by hugging her back.

"Thank you, I am proud of me too." I smiled and we broke the hug.

"So your birthday is on Friday." She nudged me.

"You don't have to do anything for me, Andy." We found seats and sat down.

"This will be one of your birthdays that you'll actually celebrate with people who care about you. I want to make this night special for you."

I looked at her and tried my best to not have a tear fall down my eye.

"It's just that.. my mom died too." My eyes got glossy and tried to blink the tears away.

"She would want you to be happy Brynn. After everything you've been through, she would want happiness from you. I know how it's like to lose a parent as well."

"You lost.."

"My biological dad." She now wiped a tear.

"Andy.. I didn't know-"

"No one really knows except for Josh and my close friends."

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened?"

"Car accident. He was killed by a drunk driver when I was only 4."

"I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. My mom remarried, Drew, when I was 11, and he's treated me like a daughter ever since. But I don't really want to talk about this anymore."

"It's okay, I understand."

"Anyways, we need to find you a dress." She smiled.

"A dress? I don't really like dresses.."

"Come on, it's good to switch up your look once in a while."

After a few seconds of thinking about me in a dress, I nodded my head and she squealed. She dragged me in and out of stores looking for many different outfits, for me and her. After 45 minutes, we were done and were on our way home.

The night came and then left, and now it was Monday, again.

We were on our laptops during class, since it was part of the lesson. A notification came from the side of the laptop, and saw it was a message from Hudson.