my life in a story a shitty story ( a Andy biersack lovestory)

Amie's point of view It's been two fucking week in here and I fucking hate Andy he promised me that I was going nowhere. Know look where I am, am here in a fucking room with four white walls, a metal door a bed and a mirror. I look at my reflection every day because that's the only thing I can talk to, am like a god damn prisoner, it's like a jail cell in here I am not aloud phone calls, am not aloud out my room unless it's to see the therapist. Am only aloud a visit if I talk to the therapist but every time I have a session I don't say a word and I'll refuse to unless I see my daughter. One of the nurses came in with a wheelchair pushing me to my therapy session, they don't even let me walk, God gave me legs to walk I don't need some nurse to push me like a baby. The nurse pushes me into the room then leaves "hey Amie" my therapist said I just nodded "can you tell me if there's anything on your mind?" She asked "I want to see Hope" I stated "well that's the first time I've heard you speak," she said "can I please see my daughter I miss her and I doubt I can do this without seeing her, I feel like a prisoner here, please ill co-operate if you just let me see her" I cried "ill see what I can do Amie but you have to talk to us about your addiction" "there's one more thing, can you make sure that my mom, Juliet brings hope" she nodded "can I ask why you self harm" "I feel like it's the only way of coping with life and stress" I said "What stress?" "I always feel down and like crying for no reason at all, I tried of trying to impress and prove myself to everyone" I told her and she wrote it down on her notebook "I understand, when you cut how does it feel" she asked "Amazing, like nothing else matters, as if a whole weight is off my shoulder and when the warm blood trickles down my arm I sort of smile but when I wipe the blood away I feel sad again" I said " what caused this all over again?" " I got raped, I've been having nightmares that feel so realistic and I have flash backs also me and my dad haven't been getting on the way a father and daughter should" I told her " I will proscribed you medication to help with the dreams and meds to calm you down, we will still have to get you therapy, the meds that I provided will make you sleepy, do not drink when you take these pills" she said then looking at her watch "looks like you times done ill talk with your mom and ill see if we can move you room so you feel less like a prisoner" she said as a nurse comes in and takes me in a wheelchair and back to my room and all I want to do is sleep.

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