"I believe you. You never tell lies." We sat at the dining room table. I stared at the deep purple bruises on my daughter's little eye.
"Are you sure you believe me?" It was sad that my own daughter didn't believe me like that, but under the circumstances, she was faced with, I understood.
"I believe you," I repeated. "If you tell me the boogeyman was in the school closet, then the boogeyman was in the school closer. Especially so if you come home bruised like this."
"Thank you for believing in me. You're the only person that has been. No one else thinks the boogeyman is real, but I saw him. I saw him. And he hurt me."My ten year old should not be filled with fear, but instead, confidence. She should be able to talk freely with her classmates, not cower in the corner already expecting that they won't believe her. The teachers did nothing but say she caused it herself, but what are they doing to her by ignoring her like that?! She was clearly traumatized by something that happened, and they didn't even bat an eye.
"If you ever need someone to talk to, I'll always believe you when no one else does."
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The Dark Side
HorrorA series of short one-shots based on horror. These will have major plot twits, psychological problems, murder, and more. Read with caution. While they are short, they can pack a meaningful punch if you aren't prepared. Mature for: -Gore -Occasional...
