Phoenix. You zoned out again. My therapist said
What was the question? I mumbled
How are you doing, you don't look so good. My therapist said
Are you sure you want me to answer that, because I can't lie, since you all constantly have me on five different pills, you want me to tell you, I'm numb, I can't feel my body except all the bruises the guards give me at night and no one cares, because why should they, care about me, some psycho, that's what my last therapist called me, before I strangled her, that why they have me in this vest so I don't fight back. I said
And they have me in this mask so I don't bite, they only take it off when I'm alone in my padded room and they permit my visiting rights so my dad can't come see me. I said
You want to know, how I'm doing doctor? So would I. I said
Do they still have you going to the basement for shock therapy? She asked
No, that stopped because you said something and I'm grateful for that, but they moved on to more painful methods since you wanted to get in my business and say some shit. I said
Like what? She asked
Acid test, it sounds like how it is, they pour acid on my back and let it burn me until I don't feel it anymore and when that's over, they take me back to my room for dinner, I don't eat that shit that they give me, and they give me dessert and beat me until I'm numb, but since I already am they keep going until they are satisfied. I said
And the warden likes to have fun too so he sometimes comes into my room and since he's a drunk piece of shit and his wife and kids don't love him he takes it out on me, he beat me with a crowbar and didn't stop, it didn't matter how many times I screamed or yelled for him to stop he kept going. I said
And after he left me beaten and broken with a broken leg and my body bleeding from places I didn't know could bleed, I would laugh, because I found that shit funny, all these therapy sessions are pointless, I'm still the sick bastard my mother raised and after all this shit, I can never be ruined, because I always was, they can try but, it won't work. I said
Last time you told me you couldn't remember your mother's face only her voice, what is she saying to you now? The lady asked
Nothing, my mom held me back so I shut her out of my head, I can't hear her anymore. I said
I think we should start meeting more, and you need to eat something. She said
Sure. I said
Then she got up and left
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The depressed little twin brother
FanfictionThe younger twin brother of Ginny Miller was abused by his little brother's dad when he was younger and he was abused by his mom's husbands But luckily his mom's last husband died from a heart attack but he was mentally scarred because of the trauma
