Stories From Therapy

*Dream*
"Get back here you fucking bitch!!!!" I heard as I hurriedly locked the door behind me before he could have the chance to get in. My father banged on the door like the hound of death, which is what he would bring if he got in, or worse. I shuddered at the thought of it. I quickly looked for escape routs but shortly realized that I had ran into the windowless bathroom in the basement after I had kicked him in the balls to get away from his incestuous assault. Why did I have to live in a fucked up house where my mom died, my dad killed my older brother and has been using me as his personal sex toy since I was ten. That all happened three years ago..... I listened, trying to see if my dad passed out from his drunken rampage. The air was silent, so I quietly opened the door, seeing that no one was there. I crept into the living room to see that he was passed out on the couch. I sighed out loud, a little too loudly. His eyes shot open and he pounced at me before I could think.
*Dream ends*
I shot up from my bed, covered in sweat. I looked around to see two nurses hovering over me, trying to wake me up. My room mate was huddled in the corner, fear in her eyes. What the fuck is going on?! "Aurora!!! Aurora calm down!!!" The nurses said when I broke down into a crying rage. They grabbed hold of me when I started to shake. I tried to push them away, not liking their touch, but this just made them hold on tighter. The tighter they grasped on to me, the more I tried to get away. They picked me up, dragging me out of the room. No! Not that! Why can't I calm down?!?! I looked to my side and saw a boy around my age standing in the waiting area, waiting to be assigned a room. We made eye contact for a second before the nurse jabbed a needle into my neck, injecting drugs into me, putting me into a deep sleep.

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