Addicted To Love

PART 7

"Why are you crying?" says my doctor trying to comfort me.

"You think I like feeling like this?" I say. she looks at me like I'm in trouble, then the look my mom gives me when i get in trouble. Then her look softens and I can see she has pity in her eyes. And I don't like that.

"i know you don't. And you know how I know that?" she says softly.

"How?"

"Because you are a wonderful girl. Who has so much to live for. And throwing it away is not the thing i want you to do."

.And she was right. She knew me better than my parents did. She continues.

"Hows life at home?"

"It's not the best. Not like my parents put there hands on me but I'm blamed for everything."

"What if you don't do it?"

"I would still get yelled at. No matter what. Yelling, screaming it was all there." I say I can feel the tears coming.

"I don't mean to make you cry. You know that right?"

"Yes. It's just hard talking about it."

"Okay. Do you take medications?"

"I did."

"Who said you were able or stable enough not to take it anymore?"

"What?" I was hoping she wouldn't ask that.