Fawn's POV
I attempt to read further, I feel guilt sit in my stomach, this pitful lonliness I feel is worse though.
There is something wrong with her. I'm starting to think getting an emotional medical examination may help her. She has something on in her head I don't understand.
In my head are voices, no one understands, my Mother's diary is solid proof. But never will I admit nor will I shame myself in telling, there is something wrong with me.
I hear the front door click. I scurry to the cupboard and stuff the diary back into the undergarments draw.
I run to my room and pretend to draw. My mother would send me straight to boarding school if she found out that I check her diary. But it's not like it's a personal diary. She always shows it to the doctor, that's not personal. Personal is not showing anyone, I seriously wonder what is wrong with my mother sometimes.
But then again,
What is wrong with me?
"I'm home, Fawn!" Mother shouts with her posh accent. I just stay in the depths of my mind.
Don't respond you know she doesn't understand you.
She already replaced your father and your next.
"That's not true." I try to reassure myself umder my breath.
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The mental institute
RandomTRIGGER WARNING In a room pink and blue with sweet pictures all around, you would never expect a mental institute to be like this. But if you're a twelve year old it's best to try and make you forget the voices that have haunted you for years or the...
