"I don't know" I am pulling at my hair, head bent, held by my knees.
"I didn't just see it this time! I felt it too" Harry is still on the floor by the tilted chairs.
"I didn't mean to hurt you" I look up at him tears running down my cheeks.
"Are you ready to tell me the truth?" He gets up from the floor and walks over to me
"Why? You'll think I'm a freak like all the others" I say quietly.
"I might think that without you telling me, so it won't make it any different"
"I- I don't even know how to explain it" I am looking at my hands downcast.
"Try" I can tell by the sound of his voice that he feels played by my lies.
"I have a condition" I tell him, still not able to meet his eyes
"Which is?" He is trying hard to get me talking faster.
I am silent. I can't bring myself to say the truth out loud. It has been so long since someone found out about me and that almost ended badly for me. Who knows what will happen this
time?
"Liz, if you don't tell me the truth I can't help you! I need to know what I'm dealing with" He says in a soft voice, sitting himself next to me.
"You still want to help me?" I am confused.
"Of course! I said I will, I keep my word" He says but in a nonchalant tone.
"Aren't you scared of me?" It was my turn to ask
"I don’t know if there is anything to be scared from yet, since you haven't said a thing"
"It's a long story" I say
"So you better get started" He gives me his half smile, turning his body to me, letting me know he is listening.
13 years ago:
"Mummy, I want Ice cream for supper" I run into the kitchen my doll in hand.
"Why don't you have Ice cream after supper?" She smiled down at me
"Can I have it before?" I ask
"Come on, eat some fish fingers and then I'll give you Ice cream" She pulls out a chair for me.
As I sit and eat my food, dad walks in to the kitchen still holding his briefcase.
"Daddy!" I yell happily and reach out for him. It makes him drop the briefcase, which opens and spills the lot. 'Shit' I hear him think, though I thought he said it out loud
"Daddy! Mummy doesn't like when you talk like that" I tell him
"What?" He stands up looking at me
"You said the shhh word" I say frowning at him
'What the hell?' He was looking at me
"You did! I heard you" I point a fish finger at him
"Lizzie, what did I tell you about telling tales?" My mum says to me.
"But I'm not I heard him" I will not let this go
'What the fuck is wrong with her' My dad thinks looking at me
"You just said the F word" I accuse him
"That’s it Lizzie, no Ice cream" My mum tells me.
I start crying, screaming that he did say those words and he's a liar for not telling the truth.
The whole time my dad is watching me eyes wide, a shock exception on his face
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The Mentally Brave
FanficI don't know how many of you know what's it like to be the outcast, but I for one can tell you all about it.The weird girl who always knows too much for her own good.But I can't help it that I can read your mind. Believe me it's not a gift...
