Between Then and Now
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I could see a storm brewing in his nebulous eyes as he spat, "You couldn't possibly expect me to believe that you had it bad. You couldn't possibly know what it's like to truly hurt."
It felt as if someone punched me in the stomach; all the air rushing out of my lungs. It hurt. I wanted to scream; scream until my throat ran raw, until my lungs were heaving in breaths, desperate to replenish the air he robbed them of, until it clicked in his mind that I'm not okay. Scream and scream and scream. Can't you see it! Can't you see that I'm broken! Just look in my eyes... why does no one ever see it. But I don't. Let him think what he wanted. I would rather have anger than pity.
So with one last look, I turned around and walked away.
Then. I had a wonderful family who meant the world to me. I had a mom. A dad. A brother. But I also had a dark secret, and it caused my whole world to come crashing down.
Now. It's been five months since the accident that left me heartbroken and orphaned. Three months since I "lost it". Now I'm in Whitelake, Rhode Island. I'm the new girl now. In a new town, at a new school. No one knows my story. And no one will ever get close enough to find out. But oh will they try.
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