I can't love when I can't even love myself
Things I would rather be thoughts at the back of my head, but I'm addicted to hurting
EDEN~Drugs
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It's been 2 years.
More than three psychiatrists.
More than 10 sessions at mental disorders groups.
Since the incident.
I vividly remember the frightened faces of my parents after I was taken by the police and accused of the death of Nick Hastings.
I vividly remember how at the funeral I tried to go and pay my respects but was forbidden to enter the church. I remember hearing the heartbreaking yells of Nick's mother as I walked away from the church.
Rumors spread like wildfire through the whole town and it wasn't a matter of time until 'Elisa Conley was the possessed teenager who killed Nick Hastings'. That wasn't the worst thing I was called.
Hate mail was sent to me constantly and I soon discovered that when I caught my parents throwing out unopened letters,in hate covered envelopes, at an open fire in the backyard.
I couldn't leave the house alone, with the fear of being attacked. Constantly tomatoes or other objects were thrown on my front porch and one time a brick was thrown at the window with a very, strong and hateful message on it.
Death threats were also included in a few of these letters.
The worst thing was, I hated how my parents feared me as much as others did. They were growing distant from me as the time went by and sometimes even feared to touch me.
*Flashback*
Five year old me plays with her favourite dolls in front of her large dollhouse.
"Come on Mr.Potato, let's go save the monkeys and the beautiful princess who was kidnapped by the grumpy old teddy!" I cheerfully yell as I move Mr potato around.
The lightbulbs in my room begin flashing.
"W-what's h-happening Mr.Potato?" my little voice quivers. Then that's when I see it, slowly creeping down on my wall towards me, its black shadow covering the rest of my walls.
A terrified scream comes from my small lips as I close my eyes.
I hear my parents barging into my room; "sweetie what happened?" I hear my mum's worried voice echo in my ears. I feel her pull me close to her.
"T-there w-was a monster in my room, i-it tried to eat me!" I yelled tears running down my face.
"It's ok honey, it was only your imagination," Mum says slowly stroking my hair while holding me in her embrace.
"It was only your imagination."
*Flashback Done*
"Elisa breakfast!" My mum's voice yells from downstairs, breaking my little daydream.
"Coming!" I yell back as I make my way down the stairs.
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Konichiwa beautiful messed up humans! I hope you enjoyed the chapter and I really appreciate any feedback from you guys.
Should I add more flashbacks? Heck, should I even continue with this book?
I really want to, but in the end it depends if you guys actually find it interesting otherwise I am unfortunately wasting my time, when I could be eating pizza, dreaming about my baby Dylan... What the heck I do that anyways...
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
May the odds be forever in your favour
-T ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The inner enemy (Continuing)
Novela Juvenil"Stay away." "No." He carefully took a step closer towards me. "You don't know what I am capable of." "Well, it's a good thing curiosity killed the cat.."
