🛑𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕜. 🛑

Sky's pov.

I was sitting on a chair waiting for Vincent to finish his conversation with the doctor inside her office. Yesterday, Vincent told me that I have to go to a therapist. My brothers said that due to me not telling them about me haven't epilepsy and hiding it even though I knew I could have died means I may have some kind trauma.

Honestly I didn't complain about it, nor was I upset. I knew I needed therapy and I wanted to go to one ever since I was thirteen.

" Sky, you can go in know. I will pick you up on two hours." Vincent said.

" okay, thank you." I said standing up. I knocked on the door twice before I walked in.

" hello, I am doctor Lisa."

" hi, I am Sky." I introduced myself.

"Please, take a seat." She said.

I sat down on the couch feeling a bit awkward. " I heard that you moved in about a month ago with brothers."

" yeah,I did."

" do you like living with them?" She asked

" yeah." I said, not knowing what else I had to say.

" everything has its ups and downs.so, what about living with your brothers?"

I surged my shoulder not sure was to say. " okay, how about you close your eyes, count to thirty and the answers the question."

I did as she asked. When I was done counting it was as if I zoned out and forgot she was there but I was still tens and my jaw was still clenched. " well for one I am away from Oliver, I am out of my old shity school and I am finally back with my family. As for the downs and the only thing I can thing of is that it's not what I expect and I don't have enough freedom."

" who is Oliver?" She asked.

" he is my latest step father."

" and why do you not want him around you?"

I did feel comfortable with my eyes closed, I was a bit scared. I couldn't see what was happening around me. What if someone attacks I wouldn't be able to block it or get away.

" I don't want to take about that now." I said " I can tell you about what happened in school." I tried to change the topic.

" what happened in school?"

I opened my eyes and gave her a small smile " will, that is actually a long story."

" we have almost two hours."

" it all started when I was six, in grade one. I am not sure how it did but it began with a lot of people calling me names and they never wanted me to be with them it my hole grade. When I went to someone and tell them that I wanted to hangout with them or if I could sit with them they would all say no and when I asked why the would say it's because they hated me." I sighed"Even though I always helped them when they ask for it and even when they didn't, but they would just use me and throw me to the side until they need me again."

" where you mad at them for treating you this way?" She asked.

I looked down " not at first. At least not until they started hitting me."

" when did it start?" She asked.

" I am not sure. Though the first fight that I still remember was when I was in grade four."

" do you mind telling me what happened?"

" my home room teacher asked me to erase the board before I leave the class, because we didn't have her in the last period. When school was done and everyone was out of the class I went to erase the board two girls in my class walked in and started calling me names I ignored them and continued erasing. I thing they got mad because they then started kicking me in my leg. I continue ignoring them and walked out of the class but they followed me that was when I got mad and ended up hitting her with my lunch bag in her shoulder. One of the parents who where standing out side saw me and scolded me for hitting one of the girls. " I told her what happened.

" did you try to explain yourself to the parent?" Dr.Lisa asked.

" no"

" why not?" She asked

" she wouldn't have believed me." I said.

" why do you believe that?"

" because no one ever did. Not even the teacher. They didn't even care."

" why to you things the teachers didn't care?" She asked

" one time during my PE class, while we were forming a line to go back to class a guy tripped and he blamed it on me and pushed me so hard that my back ended up hitting the door knob. I sat on the ground and cried. I was nine at the time. The teacher saw what happened as well as the student, but she didn't do a think. She just took the kids to class and left me crying on the ground." I said.

" did you have any friends at the time?" She asked.

" yeah, it was Jay. He was my only friend. I met him when I was five. When I first moved in in to the town. Though, I didn't see him a lot. He only came during summer vacation." I said.

" what about your foster family? I heard you moved with four foster family,is that correct?" She asked.

" yes."

" how did they treat you?" She asked

" will, the first time I got adopted I was five. The family was nice to me at first. But then my stepmother would yell at me a lot. She was a perfectionist. She hated how I still couldn't pronounce a lot of words correctly. So, one time she end up putting a spoonful of powdered pepper in my mouth and didn't allow me to drink water afterwards. She also would some times hit me while she was helping me study. At some point she got enough of my shit and ended up sending me back to the orphanage."

" and how was the orphanage?" She asked.

" the caretaker was a bit abusive." I said with a small smile, while pinching my index finger with my thumb.

" how so?"

" I don't really want to talk about it." I said with a sorry expression.

" that is alright you can tell me when you're ready." She said, taking notes.

" may I ask you a question? It's not really related to the therapy." She asked.

" ask a way."

" why are you cooperating? Don't get me wrong it's a good thing, but most people your age would talk about anything." She asked with a slight confused face.

" I thought about it a lot actually. If you will help me then that is a good thing and if not then what would you do?" I asked shrugging my shoulder, and chuckled. " would you tell people to bully me, abuse me? It's not something that I haves dealt with before. So, what's the point of me being stubborn for the next few days, if I already know I need help."

She seemed as though she was going to say something but just said " you're a smart girl ."

I then told her about my second foster family they were the best nothing was wrong. It seemed as though we were a family that came out of a tv show. But they couldn't keep affording my meds and seeing the doctor one a year, doing EEG test. They had to let me go specially when my stepfather lost his job and had to go back to his country.

The conversation ended at that and Vincent came to pick me up. " how was it?" Asked Vincent.

"It was good." I told him.

I got in the car and Vincent started his the car. I thought about the therapist last night I couldn't sleep all night because of my nervousness. I took a count of everything I would say do. I planned for very thing but I didn't thing about the bad thought that would com after.

Why did my first foster parents let me go? I mean I was that bad, was I? I always did as l was told.

' you know why you were fat you, your grades were low, you were ugly, and you disappointed everyone. How do you accept a Perfectionist to accept someone like you?'

it wasn't my fault. I took meds that made me gain weight and my grades were low because I got bullied.

' what about being a disappointment and being ugly? Was that not you fault ether. You never cared about the way you look, and look were that got you, you got kicked out.'

" Sky"

" Sky"

Vincent yelling got me out of my phase. " we are here." He said. I look out and realized that we made it back home.

I mad it out of the car I got to my room. The moment the door was closed my ugly thoughts were back.

' you know way people in your school treated you that way? Because they didn't care about you. They hated you.'

Shut up.

I went to my bathroom room leaned against the sink and washed my face. As if wash my face would let the voices stop.

' what do you not like the truth? Or is it that you don't want to believe it. Why do you thing that teacher left you cry. Was it because of how much she cared about you. You saw what she did when someone else would cry. She would go talk to him and hug him and you she didn't care. You know it's true."

I sat on the floor and laid my head against the wall. I was getting angry my had was itching to break something. I couldn't control myself. All I could see was red.

Bang

Bang

I banged my head against the wall.

Shut up, just shut the fuck up.

' why else do you think you're brothers treat you that way? Not of them are even trying to get to know you it's only Matteo and Vincent. Most likely because they fell like they have to because they are your brothers. The rest don't even bother. None of them care and it's obvious. Why to you give yourself hope when you know that no one will ever love you, that no one will ever care about you. It's just how it is and how it will always be so stop giving yourself false hope.'

At this point banging my head twice against the wall wasn't enough. I kneeled on the ground and started punching it, over and over again. I couldn't see in front of me. Every time I punched the floor a surge of pain went through me. But I didn't care and didn't stop until I couldn't feel my hand any more.

The floor was full of blood and my fist was busted. I thing I may have crack it. I took some toilet paper and cleaned the ground and the I washed my hand and rapped it up. Now I just need to find a way to hide it.