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"Get off of me!" she had demanded.
"Oh, relax," he said, his voice a whisper.
She had squirmed and tried to shake him off, but his grip was too tight. He was in control.
"Let me go!" she growled.
"Shut up!" he barked, and threw her down on the floor.
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Liberty didn't dare tell her psychiatrist this. Although this is what she wanted to hear. She wanted Liberty to pour her heart out to her. Not a chance.
Dr. Larson cut their session short for today, and Liberty was thankful. Now, all she had to do was survive another interrogation from her mother.
Luckily, her mother said nothing. She drove home in silence, and for that, Liberty was extremely thankful. When she reached her house, she slammed the car door, and following usual routine, headed up to her room. There was still a mess left from her random outburst. She hadn't had the energy to pick it up. She threw herself onto her bed. Liberty told herself not to cry, that she was stronger than that.
Why am I so stupid? She thought. Why me?
Liberty was silent at dinner that night. Her parents exchange glances, but she pretended not to notice.
"So, honey, have you completed all of your homework?" Mrs. Van Zandt asked her daughter.
She stared at her plate. "Yes," she lied. Liberty never lied.
Her mother smiled and nodded. "Good."
"Yeah, good," she whispered into her food. It was lasagna, her favorite. But she didn't care. She could be eating dirt and she really wouldn't care at all.
After about ten minutes, she announced that she was full.
"You haven't even touched your plate!" Mr. Van Zandt exclaimed. Liberty's mother gave him a look.
"It's okay, honey. Take your plate into the kitchen, and then go upstairs and take a shower," her mother told her.
Liberty did as she was told. She quietly walked upstairs, and grabbed fresh pajamas, and headed into the bathroom. Suddenly, she felt scared; although she knew her parents were down in the dining room. It was getting dark, Liberty was alone in a small room, and she was about to get a shower. What if he came in? She wondered frantically. She backed up against the wall, and dropped to the ground. Tears poured down her face. I have to live with this for the rest of my life, she thought to herself. I need to get a grip. I can't do this! Random thoughts raced through her mind. She thought she was going insane. Liberty never thought in all her life that she would be afraid to take a shower. So, she did the next thing that came to mind. She walked into her room, grabbed her bathing suit, quickly changed, and from there took her shower.
She felt dirty. -His- hands had been all over her, touching her, kissing her. She squirmed, thinking about it. She knew the shower wouldn't help; it hadn't helped the previous times she had tried. She wondered how long this memory was going to be with her. She hoped it would go away, she prayed with all of her heart it would go away. Soon.
After a very short shower, she hopped out, and dressed as fast as she could, not caring that her entire body was covered in water. Wet spots enveloped her shirt, as did her baggy, flannel bottoms. Water trickled off of her hair, sliding down her back. She immediately grabbed the blow dryer and began trying her shirt, pants, and hair. About two seconds later, she heard footsteps outside the door. She turned the blow dryer off, and froze. No more footsteps. Fear took over every inch of herself.
"Honey, you out yet?" called her mother.
Liberty let out a breath of relief.
"Yes, mother!" she told her. Footsteps walked away, and she went back to blow-drying.
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She lied in bed that night, not wanting to turn out the light. Then, she remembered she hadn't done her homework. She sighed. This meant her teacher's would question her and her so-called friends would question her. She hoped her parents wouldn't find out.
All of the stress made Liberty tired, but sleeping was out of the question. It would lead her into a world of nightmares, scaring her more than she already was.
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She was in front of the Media Immersion classroom, and she was laughing. She was surrounded by Emma, Toby, and JT, and she was laughing. She wasn't sure what it is she was laughing about, but she didn't care. She was happy. Suddenly, her friends faded, and the hallways got darker. There he stood. He was grinning evilly, staring at Liberty. He took a step toward her, and she took one step back, which led her into the MI class. He followed her in there. She kept backing up slowly, terrified. He was only about three inches away from her. She had backed up against the wall. She was about to run, when his hands grabbed her. She cried out for help. No one was there.
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Liberty woke up, breathing hard. It was about the five thousandth dream she'd had since that night. She glanced at her clock. 5:23 AM. She only had a half an hour until she had to get up anyways.
She turned on her light, and decided she should work on her homework. Hopefully a half an hour would be as long as it would take.
Well, she had thought doing her homework would help kill time, but she was wrong. Her mind traveled elsewhere, so she shut her books, and got ready for another day at school. She didn't realize she was the only person in the house awake. This made her a little wary. She looked threw her drawers and closet, finding something to wear. Nothing matched her mood. Everything she owned was stupid and happy looking. So she pulled out a pair of jeans and a gray shirt. She wore her mother's black, oversized sweatshirt.
She was disappointed with the person that stared back at her in the mirror, but at the moment, she didn't care. Liberty grabbed her backpack, skipped breakfast, and headed out the door.
It was scary walking outside, alone. Usually, Liberty enjoyed the peace and quiet. Now, she wished she weren't alone. Her paranoia started to take over, and that's why she screamed when she heard somebody call her name.
[Ooooh. Cliffhanger! Haha. Review please!!!!!!! I will be oh so happy! I'm done with my writers' block, so I should be updating sooner! ^__^ Happy, aren't you?? RIGHT?? Hehe. I'm hyper, ignore me. Oh well, review and I shall update! ~Krys~]
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"Get off of me!" she had demanded.
"Oh, relax," he said, his voice a whisper.
She had squirmed and tried to shake him off, but his grip was too tight. He was in control.
"Let me go!" she growled.
"Shut up!" he barked, and threw her down on the floor.
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Liberty didn't dare tell her psychiatrist this. Although this is what she wanted to hear. She wanted Liberty to pour her heart out to her. Not a chance.
Dr. Larson cut their session short for today, and Liberty was thankful. Now, all she had to do was survive another interrogation from her mother.
Luckily, her mother said nothing. She drove home in silence, and for that, Liberty was extremely thankful. When she reached her house, she slammed the car door, and following usual routine, headed up to her room. There was still a mess left from her random outburst. She hadn't had the energy to pick it up. She threw herself onto her bed. Liberty told herself not to cry, that she was stronger than that.
Why am I so stupid? She thought. Why me?
Liberty was silent at dinner that night. Her parents exchange glances, but she pretended not to notice.
"So, honey, have you completed all of your homework?" Mrs. Van Zandt asked her daughter.
She stared at her plate. "Yes," she lied. Liberty never lied.
Her mother smiled and nodded. "Good."
"Yeah, good," she whispered into her food. It was lasagna, her favorite. But she didn't care. She could be eating dirt and she really wouldn't care at all.
After about ten minutes, she announced that she was full.
"You haven't even touched your plate!" Mr. Van Zandt exclaimed. Liberty's mother gave him a look.
"It's okay, honey. Take your plate into the kitchen, and then go upstairs and take a shower," her mother told her.
Liberty did as she was told. She quietly walked upstairs, and grabbed fresh pajamas, and headed into the bathroom. Suddenly, she felt scared; although she knew her parents were down in the dining room. It was getting dark, Liberty was alone in a small room, and she was about to get a shower. What if he came in? She wondered frantically. She backed up against the wall, and dropped to the ground. Tears poured down her face. I have to live with this for the rest of my life, she thought to herself. I need to get a grip. I can't do this! Random thoughts raced through her mind. She thought she was going insane. Liberty never thought in all her life that she would be afraid to take a shower. So, she did the next thing that came to mind. She walked into her room, grabbed her bathing suit, quickly changed, and from there took her shower.
She felt dirty. -His- hands had been all over her, touching her, kissing her. She squirmed, thinking about it. She knew the shower wouldn't help; it hadn't helped the previous times she had tried. She wondered how long this memory was going to be with her. She hoped it would go away, she prayed with all of her heart it would go away. Soon.
After a very short shower, she hopped out, and dressed as fast as she could, not caring that her entire body was covered in water. Wet spots enveloped her shirt, as did her baggy, flannel bottoms. Water trickled off of her hair, sliding down her back. She immediately grabbed the blow dryer and began trying her shirt, pants, and hair. About two seconds later, she heard footsteps outside the door. She turned the blow dryer off, and froze. No more footsteps. Fear took over every inch of herself.
"Honey, you out yet?" called her mother.
Liberty let out a breath of relief.
"Yes, mother!" she told her. Footsteps walked away, and she went back to blow-drying.
~*~
She lied in bed that night, not wanting to turn out the light. Then, she remembered she hadn't done her homework. She sighed. This meant her teacher's would question her and her so-called friends would question her. She hoped her parents wouldn't find out.
All of the stress made Liberty tired, but sleeping was out of the question. It would lead her into a world of nightmares, scaring her more than she already was.
~*~
She was in front of the Media Immersion classroom, and she was laughing. She was surrounded by Emma, Toby, and JT, and she was laughing. She wasn't sure what it is she was laughing about, but she didn't care. She was happy. Suddenly, her friends faded, and the hallways got darker. There he stood. He was grinning evilly, staring at Liberty. He took a step toward her, and she took one step back, which led her into the MI class. He followed her in there. She kept backing up slowly, terrified. He was only about three inches away from her. She had backed up against the wall. She was about to run, when his hands grabbed her. She cried out for help. No one was there.
~*~
Liberty woke up, breathing hard. It was about the five thousandth dream she'd had since that night. She glanced at her clock. 5:23 AM. She only had a half an hour until she had to get up anyways.
She turned on her light, and decided she should work on her homework. Hopefully a half an hour would be as long as it would take.
Well, she had thought doing her homework would help kill time, but she was wrong. Her mind traveled elsewhere, so she shut her books, and got ready for another day at school. She didn't realize she was the only person in the house awake. This made her a little wary. She looked threw her drawers and closet, finding something to wear. Nothing matched her mood. Everything she owned was stupid and happy looking. So she pulled out a pair of jeans and a gray shirt. She wore her mother's black, oversized sweatshirt.
She was disappointed with the person that stared back at her in the mirror, but at the moment, she didn't care. Liberty grabbed her backpack, skipped breakfast, and headed out the door.
It was scary walking outside, alone. Usually, Liberty enjoyed the peace and quiet. Now, she wished she weren't alone. Her paranoia started to take over, and that's why she screamed when she heard somebody call her name.
[Ooooh. Cliffhanger! Haha. Review please!!!!!!! I will be oh so happy! I'm done with my writers' block, so I should be updating sooner! ^__^ Happy, aren't you?? RIGHT?? Hehe. I'm hyper, ignore me. Oh well, review and I shall update! ~Krys~]