12:55pm
This morning Mark didn't come and visit. He told me yesterday that he can't come. He starts a new job today.
As an independent 22 year-old, Mark does need to focus on working. I hope he doesn't stress himself out. That'll be worse for his health.
"Jackson!" My therapist snaps her fingers. "Are you even listening?"
I shake my head.
I wish she would just go away.
"You need to listen! It's about your aunt."
My therapist proceeds to tell me about my aunt and her boyfriend's charges. There was a hearing earlier this week involving their crimes, in two months they'll hold the trial.
"They want you there to testify. You're the victim after all." My therapist informs me.
I don't respond.
My aunt has hurt me worst than anyone in this cruel world. I don't want to see her again.
She tried to kill me.
She's been beating me since I was young.
She's evil.
"You can't refuse. I'll be back in two months to take you to court. Okay?" My therapist pulls her purse over her shoulder.
I look at her.
"Geez." She smacks her lips and storms out of the room.
In two months...I'll have to meet the devil again.
But in just seven more days, I can see an angel again.
Yeah, I much prefer to see an angel.
A breathtakingly beautiful angel. An angel who's saved my lost heart.
I'll wait for next Saturday patiently so I can see my angel.
