Afraid

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I sat down on my bed. "Sorry for not telling you my name. It is Sara. Oh, and I apologize for randomly laughing. Its just that... I have a small mental problem... You see, when I was a child, I was abused. If I didn't do something, she would whip me. Not with a belt, with a spiked cat o nine tails whip." I lift up my shirt to show her the array of more than 100 scars. "As I grew up, the abusing got worse. Soon, when I was 10, my Brother, Damian, took me to the doctors to see why I would sometimes laugh while whipped. They said that since I grew up with the whipping and abusing, it changed my mind. Damian accidentally said that to my 'mom' who took that as a key to abuse me more. Soon, more whips, some cigarette lighter burns, and beatings later- oh and don't forget that when my raw, bleeding skin was shown, they would put pepper and salt there- she thought that since my mind changed, I would think to commit suicide. She was right. I tried to drown myself in a bathtub, a sink, a pool, I tried to jump off the roof, but everytime I tried, Damian the hero saved me." I sigh. "So yeah. Sorry for scaring you. I can ask to move to a different room if it bothers you. " I give Tess a pained smile. "The doctors want us to choose a pet." I sigh. I get up and walk to the door and back. I sit back down on my bed and curl up in a corner and lightly cry. I never liked explaining my life story. I started to pick at my hospital shirt- A shirt they gave me, it said 'School Is Fun!' But, I took a sharpie and scribbled that out. They called us out for breakfast, green slop with prune juice. It was a crowded cafeteria, and I got into a bloody fist-fight with someone else because they tried to touch Tess. Tess reminded me of my little sister. Thats why I protected her. My little sister was a spitting image of Tess. She drowned herself because she felt like she did not belong, she had the same fear as Tess . My mom abused Teresa, (that was my little sisters name) like me. Soon, Teresa couldn't take it and drowned herself. It was a really bloody fist fight, and after 30 minutes of the fighting, the doctors ran in and separated us. My whole face was bloody, and my body, too. I huffed and saw Tess, or in my mind, Teresa, in the corner.
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