bruised || h.g

Ch.2 "It's gonna help you"

Mom parked the car and walked in with me to the Teen Section of Borders.

"What about this?" She said picking up a magazine pointing to the cover.

"That's a magazine, Not a book" I chuckled.

"I want to read these" I held up two books "13 Reasons Why" & "The Fault In Our Stars"

"You sure?" She asked.
I nodded and held both of them.

Mom took me to the checkout stand and purchased both books without hesitating and drove home.

This house was not the old one I Remembered. It was bigger, much bigger & in a nicer neighborhood with a huge lake only a few miles away.

"What happened to the old house?" I questioned and shut the car door.

"I moved a few months after you left, wanted a new change after Ken & I broke up. Wanted a change" She exclaimed.

Then why didn't you save me?

I entered what was to be my new home and was tooken back, it was huge.

Behind the door was a large staircase that led to the upstairs of the house. Straight ahead was a hallway that directed to left the kitchen or right the dining room. Around the corner from the dining room was a large living room with a fireplace, Sectional, TV and pictures of me everywhere.

"You're room is upstairs darling" She said standing behind me.

I walked up the stairs admiring my mothers taste in style.

I entered the only room upstairs and was memorized by what was mine. My walls were painted a dark turquoise color with white Christmas lights hanging down, I had a queen bed in the center with a green and turquoise quilt to match. I had a small dresser with a small flatscreen on top.

This was my dream room. Why do I find it all so overwhelming?

"Do you like it?" Mom said with hope.

"I love it. It's perfect. Thank you so much" I smiled.

"Do you like the quote on the wall?" She asked.

I didn't even notice the huge quote above my bed.

"Don't Grow Up, It's A Trap"

"I do" I nodded.

"C'mon. Dinner is ready" She said waving her hand signaling me to follow her.

On the bar was two plates with sandwiches on them. Ham & Cheese. My favorite.

"I need to talk to you about something" She blurted.

I turned to face her giving her all of my attention.

"With everything's that's happened, the only way I could keep you to live with me was if I agreed to take you to therapy. It's only twice a week for a year. And if you like it, you can stay. And if you don't, you don't have to. But it's required for a year. You refuse to talk to me about it, So you have to talk to a therapist, It's gonna help you." She told.

I cringed at the thought of talking to someone about my problems, especially a stranger. It's not like they care, They just want to make money. I learned the hard way, people don't care about how you feel. They only care if you're pretty or dead. Which sadly, I am neither. I've tried killing myself, a couple of times. I've cut myself quite often. I've overdosed, but I woke up everytime. Even when I didn't want to. It felt like I was living a nightmare, and not all nightmares end when you wake up.

"Okay" I agreed.

I didn't want to argue with her when I've only been here for an hour. And I didn't want to go back to that monster, I had to do as told. It's not like he could get me back anyways. Not after everything he's done to me, The court wouldn't let him. Yes court.