Solarium

Solarium

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"I tried to fight him, I promise... "I say to my therapist, my voice wobbling. She looks at me,sympathetically. " Asta... "She starts but I don't let her finish. " He was there! I'm not lying, I swear "I scream at her,my voice so foreign even to me. Tears cascade down my cheeks and I wipe them away furiously. " It was just a dream, "She says, not for the first time since I had started coming for these sessions....... No one believes me, they have no idea how real it is. That was me, seven years ago.When everything changed. After countless sessions of " successful therapy"my parents believed I was better and stopped the sessions.And when the dreams came back, I was brought another therapist,each of them promising to make it stop. I would see my mom's face light up with hope and die a little inside. I was the cause of all this anguish. But then they didn't know the nightmare that relentlessly plagued me...
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"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

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