Who Do You Believe?_The future of Laura Redkins_First session_Mask
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Who Do You Believe?
Who do you believe? Who do you believe when both parties, who are supposed to love you and take care of you, are telling completely opposite stories? Who do you believe when both sides say the other is the devil? Who do you believe when they’ve both lied to you before, you’re just not sure how much? Who do you believe when your father has been in and out of your life, but he says it’s because of your mother? Who do you believe when your mother says that he’s lying, and she has never tried to keep the two of you apart?I struggled with this for a long time. It turns out the answer was pret...
The future of Laura Redkins
Her heart was beating so fast that she could barely speak. Laura www.onedoor.ccwas afraid that if she breathes, she could explode. She focuses on her mother's voice while she started counting the tiles in the kitchen. -I need that you breathe, sweetie. - her mother's tone was calm and objective. The girl had a long breath and thanked Dona without saying a single word. After taking a shower, Laura was getting ready for her first ballet class when her mother appeared in the door jamb. The woman wore a black pantsuit that makes her look like a badass executive. She didn't look into Dona's eyes. She knew what...
First session
"So how long has the not being able to finish anything went on for? When did it start?" You ask not looking up from your clipboard for even a second to look at me. You're long Strawberry hair falling in front of your face as you write. I look down at my stupid gross orange shoes that were covered in dirt and paint from different projects and odd jobs I'd done in the past few months. Millions of thoughts start filling my head rather loudly like, Why did I come here? I'm not crazy, I don't need therapy, crazy people go to therapy, I'm just lazy.... and stupid.... and cant hold a job.... oh god m...
Mask
TW: child death, murder The mask of human nature is deadly. You never know what lies behind. BOOM! Sofia woke up with a start. A puddle of sweat had creeped around her on the bed sheet. Moonlight filtered through the window, sparkling on the tears that streamed down her face. With a quivering hand, she raised the glass beside her to her lips and took a sip of water. Her eyes fell on the picture lying next to her. The picture of a young boy, no older than six. Tenderly, she ran a hand across the photo, almost feeling the boy’s soft brown hair. Everybody said that his eyes resembled hers. Now, g...