Chapter One- This Isn't Real
[A new story by me! Hehe. I haven't abandoned "Where I Belong". This is just a story I wrote because I was...well, bored. I will continue this fic, if you people like it. I decided to get creative, so I hope ya'll enjoy it. I know I never finish the fanfics I start, but...I'll try to keep updating this one]
"I don't need to be here," Liberty Van Zandt muttered, taking a seat. "I am perfectly fine."
Dr. Larson sighed. "Liberty, you're here because your mother says she's been noticing strang-"
Liberty cut her off. "Strange behavior? Yes, I am aware of that. My mother exaggerates. I'm okay, really. There is no reason for me to be here."
"What does your mother mean by 'strange behavior'?" Dr. Larson asked.
"She is led to believe my academic grades are lower than average. I admit, I have been a little careless, but I am making up for it. I study for at least two hours everyday," Liberty explained.
"Anything else?"
"I don't need a therapist interrogating me, alright? I am perfectly capable of figuring out what my problem is myself. And as of now, there is no problem," Liberty snapped.
"Why have your grades been slipping?" the therapist asked.
Liberty shrugged. "I've had other things to do."
"Like what exactly?"
Liberty shrugged again. "Just some extracurricular activities. Other stuff."
"Do you think maybe you're working too hard?" Dr. Larson pressed.
"No. I'm fine. I am a perfectly normal adolescent," Liberty said, trying to sound confident.
The therapist sighed. "This is all the time we have for today. I will see you next week."
Liberty stood up. "Sure." She walked out of the door, her face falling. She didn't want to be at a psychologist every week. She wished everything would just be okay again. She knew that if she spilled anything to Dr. Larson her whole life would crumble. Everyone would know. Her mom would know. Her reputation would officially be ruined. Liberty needed to just get through it. She knew she could. Liberty Van Zandt could handle anything. She was sure she could anyways. But this was eating her up inside.
As she walked out of the building, she gulped and took in a breath.
'Be casual', Liberty told herself. 'Be your old self.'
She sat outside the building and waited for her mother to pull up in their minivan. She noticed the familiar car turning into the parking lot. Liberty got up and headed for the car.
She closed the door as she slid into the van.
Liberty's mother eyed her. "How was it?"
"It was alright, I suppose," she said vaguely.
Her mother pursed her lips. "Liberty, what is wrong with you? You always seem to distant, so far away from me and your family."
"Mother, I've always been distant," Liberty mumbled.
"You know what I mean," her mother said warningly.
She shrugged. "Things are the same as always. I go to school, I try to get good grades, I have a bunch of extracurricular activities, I come home I do my work..." Liberty's voice trailed off. She was never that good at lying.
Her mom looked angry. She took a deep breath and said, "Well, if you aren't going to tell me, that's all right. I'll wait for you to come around."
Liberty wanted to make a comment about that, but she shut her mouth. Her mother wouldn't understand at all. Her mother was perfect. She had had the greatest childhood, and the best life now. Liberty doubted she would understand that the child she had raised to be smart had done something so stupid.
When they got the house, she immediately climbed out and slammed the door. She waited for her mother to unlock the door, and when she got inside, she bolted for her room.
Her room was unlike most peoples. She had posters and magazine cut outs of famous scientists taped on her wall, for one. Liberty found the work of a scientist fascinating. She had always wanted to grow up and be a scientist when she was younger. Now, it didn't matter to her at all. Nothing mattered.
She was used to being alone. She found comfort being alone.
'But I'm not alone now," Liberty thought, and tears sprung to her eyes. She was overcome with rage, sadness, and pain. She took off her glasses, and threw them to the ground. She grabbed the pillow off of her bed and threw it at her desk. Everything fell over and crashed down. Her lamp hit the floor with a thud, and papers began flying. Liberty cried harder and harder.
"This isn't happening," Liberty whispered to herself. "Nothing has ever happened."
She was lying as she said those words. She quickly tried to straighten herself up, but it was too later, her mother came bursting into her room.
"What in the world is going on up here, Liberty?" she demanded.
"I-I-I'm sorry, mom," Liberty stuttered.
The horrified expression on her mother's face, made her want to tell her mother. She wanted to let her mom in on her life, but she just...couldn't.
"I just...got upset. I'm sorry," Liberty explained, reaching for her glasses.
Her mother wrapped her up in a hug. "Why won't you just tell me what's wrong? What's wrong?" she murmured.
"I'm fine, mother. I am. I've just been stressed lately. That's all," she lied.
"Maybe you should drop an after school activity or two, honey. I hate to see you like this," her mother said.
"It's alright. I'll figure it out. Don't worry," Liberty said, trying to sound like her confident, old self.
Her mom smiled. "Now, that's the Liberty I know and raised."
She kissed her on the forehead, and headed out of her room. Liberty sighed. She loved her mother, and her mother loved her, but there was just so much that she could never know. It would destroy her. And admitting it would make it all the more real. That is why nobody could ever know that Liberty Van Zandt had been raped.
[A new story by me! Hehe. I haven't abandoned "Where I Belong". This is just a story I wrote because I was...well, bored. I will continue this fic, if you people like it. I decided to get creative, so I hope ya'll enjoy it. I know I never finish the fanfics I start, but...I'll try to keep updating this one]
"I don't need to be here," Liberty Van Zandt muttered, taking a seat. "I am perfectly fine."
Dr. Larson sighed. "Liberty, you're here because your mother says she's been noticing strang-"
Liberty cut her off. "Strange behavior? Yes, I am aware of that. My mother exaggerates. I'm okay, really. There is no reason for me to be here."
"What does your mother mean by 'strange behavior'?" Dr. Larson asked.
"She is led to believe my academic grades are lower than average. I admit, I have been a little careless, but I am making up for it. I study for at least two hours everyday," Liberty explained.
"Anything else?"
"I don't need a therapist interrogating me, alright? I am perfectly capable of figuring out what my problem is myself. And as of now, there is no problem," Liberty snapped.
"Why have your grades been slipping?" the therapist asked.
Liberty shrugged. "I've had other things to do."
"Like what exactly?"
Liberty shrugged again. "Just some extracurricular activities. Other stuff."
"Do you think maybe you're working too hard?" Dr. Larson pressed.
"No. I'm fine. I am a perfectly normal adolescent," Liberty said, trying to sound confident.
The therapist sighed. "This is all the time we have for today. I will see you next week."
Liberty stood up. "Sure." She walked out of the door, her face falling. She didn't want to be at a psychologist every week. She wished everything would just be okay again. She knew that if she spilled anything to Dr. Larson her whole life would crumble. Everyone would know. Her mom would know. Her reputation would officially be ruined. Liberty needed to just get through it. She knew she could. Liberty Van Zandt could handle anything. She was sure she could anyways. But this was eating her up inside.
As she walked out of the building, she gulped and took in a breath.
'Be casual', Liberty told herself. 'Be your old self.'
She sat outside the building and waited for her mother to pull up in their minivan. She noticed the familiar car turning into the parking lot. Liberty got up and headed for the car.
She closed the door as she slid into the van.
Liberty's mother eyed her. "How was it?"
"It was alright, I suppose," she said vaguely.
Her mother pursed her lips. "Liberty, what is wrong with you? You always seem to distant, so far away from me and your family."
"Mother, I've always been distant," Liberty mumbled.
"You know what I mean," her mother said warningly.
She shrugged. "Things are the same as always. I go to school, I try to get good grades, I have a bunch of extracurricular activities, I come home I do my work..." Liberty's voice trailed off. She was never that good at lying.
Her mom looked angry. She took a deep breath and said, "Well, if you aren't going to tell me, that's all right. I'll wait for you to come around."
Liberty wanted to make a comment about that, but she shut her mouth. Her mother wouldn't understand at all. Her mother was perfect. She had had the greatest childhood, and the best life now. Liberty doubted she would understand that the child she had raised to be smart had done something so stupid.
When they got the house, she immediately climbed out and slammed the door. She waited for her mother to unlock the door, and when she got inside, she bolted for her room.
Her room was unlike most peoples. She had posters and magazine cut outs of famous scientists taped on her wall, for one. Liberty found the work of a scientist fascinating. She had always wanted to grow up and be a scientist when she was younger. Now, it didn't matter to her at all. Nothing mattered.
She was used to being alone. She found comfort being alone.
'But I'm not alone now," Liberty thought, and tears sprung to her eyes. She was overcome with rage, sadness, and pain. She took off her glasses, and threw them to the ground. She grabbed the pillow off of her bed and threw it at her desk. Everything fell over and crashed down. Her lamp hit the floor with a thud, and papers began flying. Liberty cried harder and harder.
"This isn't happening," Liberty whispered to herself. "Nothing has ever happened."
She was lying as she said those words. She quickly tried to straighten herself up, but it was too later, her mother came bursting into her room.
"What in the world is going on up here, Liberty?" she demanded.
"I-I-I'm sorry, mom," Liberty stuttered.
The horrified expression on her mother's face, made her want to tell her mother. She wanted to let her mom in on her life, but she just...couldn't.
"I just...got upset. I'm sorry," Liberty explained, reaching for her glasses.
Her mother wrapped her up in a hug. "Why won't you just tell me what's wrong? What's wrong?" she murmured.
"I'm fine, mother. I am. I've just been stressed lately. That's all," she lied.
"Maybe you should drop an after school activity or two, honey. I hate to see you like this," her mother said.
"It's alright. I'll figure it out. Don't worry," Liberty said, trying to sound like her confident, old self.
Her mom smiled. "Now, that's the Liberty I know and raised."
She kissed her on the forehead, and headed out of her room. Liberty sighed. She loved her mother, and her mother loved her, but there was just so much that she could never know. It would destroy her. And admitting it would make it all the more real. That is why nobody could ever know that Liberty Van Zandt had been raped.