No just No

Flashbacks

Where the hell am i?!

"How are you feeling Tyler?" The lady sitting in a fancy grey dress suit with her left leg over her right, her hair all done up into a neat bun, you can see her fake red prada shoes said to me when she was done talking she closes her red lips into a fake smile like she actually cared.

Other than suicidal, wanting to kill everyone on this planet and hating life itself? "great" i replied with a fake smile in return, i tilt my head so my pulled back pony tail touches my orange forever 21 sweater. Today i was wearing my junior highs sweats, i wasn't going back to school. Man! My thighs really hurt!

"Really now? And how many days-" it went silent. Oh no! It was happening! Not another!!

'I was laying tied down to a bed, my legs opened and my arms above my head. There was a scarf in my mouth, it tasted like cheap whiskey. I look around and i see a wooden dresser with an outline of a mirror, you can see the bits still left from the broken pieces. A shot gun laying against a wall, it was dirty, probably from dirt or dried blood, i couldnt tell from where i was laying. I looked down at my body, it was bruised and cut up.

"Hey bitch! I'm home! Ready for your punishment?!" A mans voice shouted as he slammed the door

What was going on?! No! My body hurt so much already!!!! As i start to squirm around i could hear his boots bang against the wooden floor-boards. I saw him enter the room, smirking at me; he had a whip in his hand, he started unzipping his pants, his use to be white shirt was yellow with brown patches. His brown hair was all pulled back, it looked so greasy. His steel toe work boots were still on his feet as his hand slid down my body.'

"Tyler, are you alright?" The ladys voice was soft and comforting. I looked around, i was still in the therapists office, i had a pink face cloth in my mouth and a doll in my hand. I put the cloth and the doll on the table, grab my bag and walk to the door.

"What are you doing Tyler? Session is not over." Now the ladys voice was harsh and stern.

"You aren't my mother." I glared at her for a minute and ran out. I needed to get away.