Run as fast as you can: A plot twist

7

The months passed by and I slowly became sadder and sadder. It felt as if I had no one to talk to anymore. Even though I didn't know Ashley long, she was still my best friend. My thoughts slowly turned towards death and thinking I could end it all. Sometimes I'd think about harming myself. Dad found out about this and put me into therapy. I hated it so much because I knew it wouldn't help me. 

My therapist wasn't the best of person. He would make me feel worse about myself and tell me I'm worrying about something I shouldn't worry about. What makes him think he has the right to tell someone to get over the loss of someone they really cared about? My therapist began saying creepy things to me, but no one would believe me. They thought I was being a brat and trying to get out of therapy. It hurt me so much that no one believed me. That they just thought I was a depressed, attention seeking child. 

Three months pass by and nothing has gotten better. Dad calls me downstairs and says that he needs to talk to me. I walk downstairs and he has me sit down on the couch. "What is it, dad?" I ask. He looks at me, but doesn't respond for a minute. "Sweetheart, you know I love you so much, but-" I cut him off right there and say, "You're giving me up for adoption, aren't you? It's because of how things have been lately, isn't it?" Dad gives me a look. "No, Destiny, it's not that at all. Your mother and I have been discussing this and have decided to send you to this lovely Government facility in the next town over." He says.

My eyes widen and I just stare at him. Are my parents really that stupid? They think sending me to some Government facility is better then just taking me to a different therapist? At that moment I felt unwanted and that dad just wants me gone and out of his hair. Tears begin to run down my cheeks. "Screw you!" I yell and run upstairs. 

Dad knocks on my bedroom door, walks in, and sits down on my bed. "Destiny, this is for your own good. We don't know what else to do for you. I'm so sorry, sweetie.." He mumbles. I look up at him and say, "I know what you're trying to do! You're trying to get me out of your hair!"             "No, no. Thats not true at all." He replies. "Yes it is, now get out!" I say. "Destiny please.. I'm so sorry." Dad says. "Get out!" I shout. "Okay.. I will." He says and walks out, leaving me to drown in my own tears.