Week 16- Breaking the Fast

[lyrical_liessss]

I sat there, unable to speak, as the therapist watched my every glance, sweat, and shift in movement. If I drank water, she wrote it down, noting the time. It was as if my thirst was an indicator of strife. I’m fourteen, I get thirsty. I guess therapists write everything down.
She took my diary. I don’t write the important stuff down in that one,

Comments

[lyrical_liessss]

Thanks. We're doing something like this next week in our meetings, and so it's been on my mind, thought it would be a good thing to write about, as that' how I get most of my thoughts out. lol

[baxaphobia]

Honey. This is so sad. I can't imagine. Hugs you tight.

[lyrical_liessss]

Aw, thanks. It's fine. Well, no it's not. But I think the biggest injustice is that it happens all the time to so many people and I called the cops almost every month, and never got out of it. I think that there needs to be more protection from this sort of thing for kids.

[baxaphobia]

You're so right. It just makes absolutely no sense.

[plastrickland23]

"They listened, and wrote nothing down. They listened, the one thing I always needed." Yhis line is fabulous!
I like how you revealed more and more as the piece progressed.
P.

[pro_ana_92]

Wow.
That's amazing yet so sad.
Nearly brought tears to my eyes.

x

[imafarmgirl]

A powerful unraveling of this story, your life. It makes me said to see the pain some of us have to endure, and the fighting back from some awful place.

Hugs you.

What I want to know is, where the hell are the rest of the comments? You'd think people would have something to say about this entry.