Coming home
I told my mom I didn’t want anyone to know where I was or what happened, I wanted to go home and continue the same monotonous life I had before. But as I figure my mom can never keep her mouth shut, I know the whole planet knew where I had went. I had many friends but I’m a very shut off person, I’ve never been one to share my feelings or deep aspects of my life. I had only told one of my friends what had happened and where I went. He felt very touchy on the subject and just made jokes and asked silly questions, everyone else pretended they were clueless and didn’t know where I had went just out of an awkward and respect thing.My dad of course was being his typical self, a controlling dick, it was awkward on the ride home since he had choose to pick me up. I begged and begged for it to be my mom, I didn’t want the first thing I had to deal with from the outer world to be negative. We stopped at a gas station and I got to look at myself in a real mirror for the first time in a week, I looked at my self and just saw the typical me broken and ugly. My father took my phone away and made me give him all my passwords. I was a good kid at the time I never did anything bad enough for him to get mad, but like always he found something. A way to take his anger out and pass on his burning rage to me. For months I didn’t have a phone and wasn’t allowed to do anything including go on walks by myself.
At first my dad was very adamant that I took my medication and went to therapy, I hated both of these things. My medicine gave me headaches and my therapist helped with nothing.
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