I'm so sorry for making any of you who are still reading this wait, but this is it. It's really short, but it's just the epilogue.
"Why are you here, Lily?" My therapist asks like every time I've come in this past month.
I briefly consider my usual sarcastic remark, that actually makes me feel a pang of pain, about how messed up I am. But these same conversations are getting tedious, and I'm not getting better; I want to get better.
"I don't want to hurt anymore," I say instead, fiddling with my hands in my lap. "I've been hurting all my life, but now I'm hurting, really hurting, someone that I love."
A smile twitches the mouth of the lady I never bothered to remember the name for.
"What's her name?" She asks, and I don't bother wondering how she knows that the person I love is female. Miley brings me here twice a week.
"Miley," I say, a real smile on my face at just thinking about her.
"And how are you hurting her?" My smile drops.
"...Every time she touches me... I feel him. I don't want that; when Miley touches me, I want to feel Miley. And she's scared for me. She gets so sad every time I flinch; she shouldn't have to deal with it... I know my outlook on everything is messed up, but I really do want to get better. I'm tired of being hurt and letting things hurt me. I want to get better, for Miley, but also for me."
She touches my hand, making me flinch and jerk my head up to face her soft, triumphant eyes.
"Then, I think, now we can start getting you to be able to move on- to heal now that I know that you really want to."
At her words, I relax into the couch ready to bare my soul to a complete stranger.
I don't want to hurt any more.
What the devil is the point of surviving, going on living, when it's a drag?But you see, that's what people do- Alan Watts
I can live through this. I can survive.
-Scotty
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