"your moving" my therapist said
"Where?... "I laughed" I'm in a mental institute, I'm meant to be here for ages its only been a couple of years" i smirked "i think I'm fine, why do i have to move to another, when here I've got someone, you, who actually knows who i am" i said throwing my arms up and sitting back in my chair
"Well scarlet your not moving to another mental institute" she smiled "your moving, your going to go to school, have friends and a family" i widened my eyes
"I'm fine here thanks. I can't go into that world, i don't know how to talk to not mental people and my old friends are dead, i don't want that to happen again. it can't happen again"
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started 21st feb 2016
46 Kapitel Abgeschlossene Geschichte Erwachseneninhalt
46 Kapitel
Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Erwachseneninhalt
New town. New identity. Same crazy.
I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice )
(cough, cough)
Not!!
I hate it.
I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove.
But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special.
...
DOOR OPENS.
"Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors.
"Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers.
My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor.
I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her.
"Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands.
"Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home.
What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.