I'm finally back!! It's sort of been a while. But the 7th chapter is up!!
^___^ I don't own any of the Hudson's characters.
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"She's coming to, doctor." I heard faint voices and buzzes all around me. But I couldn't make out much more of anything else. I saw my mother, father, and sister. They were all staring at me as if I had some sort of disease.
"Where am I?" I asked, looking at my surroundings. But I really didn't need to know. I didn't want to be in some room with a bunch of doctors. "I'm not sick!" I insisted. But the doctors acted like I wasn't even there.
"Victoria!" Megan called to me, running over and hugging me. "I was so worried when you fainted!" I rolled my eyes. She was putting on that concerned sister act for our parents. Good thing I didn't believe it.
"I didn't faint," I replied coldly, looking at my father. He didn't return my look. He was the one who had put me here. If he wouldn't have hit me. But I learned never to believe in if's. They were always in past tense.
"So can I go now?" I asked my father. He still didn't return my gaze. He wasn't even pretending to feel pity anymore! But he walked over to me. Surprised, my eyes opened wider, but very suspiciously.
"Victoria," he announced quietly to me, "I've decided that your first therapy lesson will start today. So put on your clothes and meet us in the waiting room. Understand?" he asked in a harsher tone. I merely just nodded.
"Good." He muttered and walked my mother, my sister, and himself out of my room. After a few more minutes, the doctors left, too. So I went to get dressed.
I was extremely positive that it had only taken me one or two minutes to get dressed, but my father was the most impatient person I ever knew, will after Megan that is. "Do you have to walk so slow?" he yelled at me. Megan gave me a false sympathy smile from the rolls.
Well, two could play that game. I smilied to myself. "But father," I said sadly, trying my best to imitate Megan, "I just got out of the hospital!" He glared at me, but I gave him a self-satisfied smirk. Bravo, Victoria. I congratulated myself.
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"Breathe, Victoria. How can you get to your inner self if you don't relax?" my therapist, Abigail Ludwhig, said. But I didn't feel like finding my 'inner self' today. But I plastered on a fake smile, like my sister always did, and said, "It's not possible for me to relax today." I simply said.
"Why?" Abigail was just trying to be friendly, but she asked so many questions! I felt as if I were just a piece of paper called Victoria. No one liked talking to paper. No one loved paper. And that piece of paper must have problems, because here I am.
"It's all Megan and my father's fault!" I suddenly said. Did I want to say that out loud? I bit my lower lip to keep myself from saying any more. Abigail smilied.
"It's okay, Victoria." She said, looking at me. "But will you tell me what you are talking about?" Was I really going to tell this stranger what had happened? Well, I guess I could. I mean, she's the only one who would probably listen to me.
"Well," I began and told her everything. The assignment, my detention, the food, the argument, and the knock out. Abigail winced as I told her about that. Instead of not listening or something like that, Abigail seemed (to me) to be a very nice woman. I promised myself I would never let anyone know I thought that.
"Oh dear!" she said after I had finished. "Well, if you ask me, I think that your sister and your father are both tapping into your veins." I stared at her as if she were some maniac. Veins? What did she mean by that?
But her smile was still on her face. She didn't say anything else. The timer, which she kept so she could know when her session was over, buzzed. She sighed, got up, and said, "Don't let little things like that get in your way of becoming stronger!" she said. I didn't say or do anything. I just shrugged it off.
But inside, I was smiling like crazy. Finally, someone who understood me! After she had left, I fell back on the grass outside and laughed. Nothing more, nothing less.
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"She's coming to, doctor." I heard faint voices and buzzes all around me. But I couldn't make out much more of anything else. I saw my mother, father, and sister. They were all staring at me as if I had some sort of disease.
"Where am I?" I asked, looking at my surroundings. But I really didn't need to know. I didn't want to be in some room with a bunch of doctors. "I'm not sick!" I insisted. But the doctors acted like I wasn't even there.
"Victoria!" Megan called to me, running over and hugging me. "I was so worried when you fainted!" I rolled my eyes. She was putting on that concerned sister act for our parents. Good thing I didn't believe it.
"I didn't faint," I replied coldly, looking at my father. He didn't return my look. He was the one who had put me here. If he wouldn't have hit me. But I learned never to believe in if's. They were always in past tense.
"So can I go now?" I asked my father. He still didn't return my gaze. He wasn't even pretending to feel pity anymore! But he walked over to me. Surprised, my eyes opened wider, but very suspiciously.
"Victoria," he announced quietly to me, "I've decided that your first therapy lesson will start today. So put on your clothes and meet us in the waiting room. Understand?" he asked in a harsher tone. I merely just nodded.
"Good." He muttered and walked my mother, my sister, and himself out of my room. After a few more minutes, the doctors left, too. So I went to get dressed.
I was extremely positive that it had only taken me one or two minutes to get dressed, but my father was the most impatient person I ever knew, will after Megan that is. "Do you have to walk so slow?" he yelled at me. Megan gave me a false sympathy smile from the rolls.
Well, two could play that game. I smilied to myself. "But father," I said sadly, trying my best to imitate Megan, "I just got out of the hospital!" He glared at me, but I gave him a self-satisfied smirk. Bravo, Victoria. I congratulated myself.
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"Breathe, Victoria. How can you get to your inner self if you don't relax?" my therapist, Abigail Ludwhig, said. But I didn't feel like finding my 'inner self' today. But I plastered on a fake smile, like my sister always did, and said, "It's not possible for me to relax today." I simply said.
"Why?" Abigail was just trying to be friendly, but she asked so many questions! I felt as if I were just a piece of paper called Victoria. No one liked talking to paper. No one loved paper. And that piece of paper must have problems, because here I am.
"It's all Megan and my father's fault!" I suddenly said. Did I want to say that out loud? I bit my lower lip to keep myself from saying any more. Abigail smilied.
"It's okay, Victoria." She said, looking at me. "But will you tell me what you are talking about?" Was I really going to tell this stranger what had happened? Well, I guess I could. I mean, she's the only one who would probably listen to me.
"Well," I began and told her everything. The assignment, my detention, the food, the argument, and the knock out. Abigail winced as I told her about that. Instead of not listening or something like that, Abigail seemed (to me) to be a very nice woman. I promised myself I would never let anyone know I thought that.
"Oh dear!" she said after I had finished. "Well, if you ask me, I think that your sister and your father are both tapping into your veins." I stared at her as if she were some maniac. Veins? What did she mean by that?
But her smile was still on her face. She didn't say anything else. The timer, which she kept so she could know when her session was over, buzzed. She sighed, got up, and said, "Don't let little things like that get in your way of becoming stronger!" she said. I didn't say or do anything. I just shrugged it off.
But inside, I was smiling like crazy. Finally, someone who understood me! After she had left, I fell back on the grass outside and laughed. Nothing more, nothing less.