Our Broken Souls
Chapter 1-
In the world that we live in today it is very easy for people to focus on a person's outside appearance. If you wear a suit and tie then you are considered to have a good job, if you wear a hoody and tracksuit bottoms then you are considered to be a chav. If you wear nothing but brand name clothes then you have a lot of money. If you have lots of muscles and great body then you are strong willed. For some people what you look and act like on the outside is exactly what you are like on the inside.
For most people that isn't the case.
For many they are scared to show the real them. They are worried about how people would judge them, or what they might think of them if they revealed what was truly inside. They develop a skill and a talent for putting on a near perfect act, a show of happiness, a show that everything is fine, that they don't have a care in the world. This act does work to a certain extent but it does have one drawback.
It creates a volcano effect, a way of pushing down all those thoughts, all those feelings, all those personal problems, all those secrets deep down inside. All of them simmer like a boiling pan of water as a person continues to put on their act, their Oscar winning performance. But a pan of water will always boil, a volcano will always erupt and when it does it is like an explosion, an eruption everything comes out all of those thoughts, all of those feelings, all of those personal secrets that a person thought they could hide
Some people don't know where to turn. They turn to gambling, they turn to violence they turn to drugs and other substances anything they can to numb the pain, to get a quick release from the nightmare that is their mind.
Sometimes there is no release, there is no escape. There are conditions of the mind that do not leave any doors open. Leave no windows to climb out of. Leave no garden to dig a tunnel. There is nothing but a cage, a box, four walls that seem to close in with every waking second.
That's when you learn what a true strength of character really is.
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The sound of the pouring rain felt like small rocks falling on top of the car. The windows looked like they were going through a car wash as the water flowed down. Inside the car was warm from the air conditioning but outside was a chilling, cold and stormy afternoon.
Despite the warm air inside the car a young women was still shivering. It wasn't from being cold it was from fear. She held her slender arms into her chest bunched up like a small child. Occasionally she would nervously twist her luscious blond hair around her finger before moving her hand back into her curled up position.
Small tears trickled down her face she moved her knees up into the seat to place her face into.
A voice sternly spoke from the front seat "Torrie put your knees down it could be dangerous."
The beautiful but troubled blonde didn't want to move. She was using her knees as a comfort for where she was about to go.
A different voice spoke in an even more assertive way "Torrie Anne Wilson I will not tell you again. These roads are treacherous and you need to be sat straight in case we have an accident."
Torrie reluctantly put her feet back flat on the ground. She listened to the heavy rain drops falling on the roof. The sound of it was making her feel worse.
She started to speak "Mom, Dad why do I have to go here? I could have stayed at home and got help there."
Torrie's Dad answered "Torrie, sweetie this is the best help money can buy. They will fix you."
The upset blonde snapped "I am not some kind of broken toaster."
Her Mum snapped "We are very aware of that. Look this is the best place that money can buy. They will make you better. They will stop you doing what you have been doing."
The young blonde was getting more upset and frustrated by the minute. She tearfully answered "Sending me to some hell hole in the middle of nowhere isn't going to help me it's going to make me feel worse."
She was cut off by her Dad who sternly spoke "This isn't up for discussion. You are going there and that's final."
Torrie started to cry uncontrollably. Through her tears she angrily said "That's just like you two. As soon as there is a problem you throw money at the wall and hopes it gets fixed. You expect everything to be nice and perfect, has it occurred to you that you could be the reason that drove me to this."
Her father pulled into a layby and took his seatbelt off and turned around to face Torrie.
He shouted "Now you listen here, we have not driven you to anything. What you have been doing is wrong and you have no one to blame but yourself. We have worked hard to get where we are and we have a right to have everything exactly the way we want it."
A scared but angry Torrie shouted back "I AM YOUR DAUGHTER NOT A PIECE OF FURTNTURE FROM OUR MANSION OR ONE OF THE PEOPLE THAT WORK FOR YOU"
Torrie's Mum tried to calm her husband down but he shouted "Yes you are our daughter and we know what is best for you. You are going here whether you like it or not because we cannot have someone as broken and as pathetic as you associated with our family. We love you and care about you but we have to think of our reputation as well. Now just shut up and accept it."
He turned back around put on his seatbelt and continued to drive.
Torrie held her head in her hands as the tears fell at a quicker pace. She was heartbroken, and distraught. She had held her hand out to her parents for their help and within just a few days they were sending her away.
She knew nothing about where she was going. She knew nothing about what sort of place it was, or the people that were there. All she knew was that it was going to be hell.
There was ere silence as the car turned towards a large rusty gate. The car drove up to the intercom. Her Dad opened his window and pressed the button.
"Hello can we help you?"
"Yes we are the Wilson's."
"Ok that's fine we are expecting you please come in."
Her anxiety and fear rose as the rusty gates started to creak open. Torrie looked towards her mother and silently mouthed and pleaded "Please Mom no."
Her Mum just turned back around as the car drove through the gates. It slowly drove down are muddy and rocky drive way. Each side was covered with extremely tall trees. Even if there was any sun then the trees would completely hide it. The car drove a little further as Torrie started to see the large building in front of her.
As the car parked up Torrie's tears got more frequent. She looked up at this large building. She was used to a building this size living in a mansion but this was different.
It was an extremely old building. It looked like it had been around for over a hundred years. On either side of the patio were two statues of eagles. Other types of marble birds were on the front of the building in different places. She looked around behind her at the fallen leaves all over the driveway. There was a field next to the house that looked like it hadn't been cut in years.
She was a little startled as her Dad opened her door and motioned for her to get out of the Mercedes. She stood up out of the car and felt the cold wet air flow through her body.
Her tearful green eyes looked towards the large rectangular sign.
Torrie let out a small screen as loud thunder could be heard in the background.
Her frightened eyes read the sign. She had never felt so scared in her life.
She read the words.
"Victorian Lawn"
End Of Chapter 1
This is a joint story with Fan Fiction writer Amy LitaHardy21. We have been planning it for a little bit and i have had fun working everything out :).
Really Hope that everyone likes it. Amy will be writing chapter 2 and then I will be back with chapter 3 :)
Hope everyone is having a good weekend.
Matt