sacredpath: (baby 8)

[personal profile] sacredpath 2025-03-11 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[it does feel like that. there's some other truth she doesn't want to know about, some life she should be having other than this.

there are parts of it that she knows are awful and parts of it that may not be. maybe they're even better than this, here, now.

but whatever this thing is, it doesn't want to show her those parts. it only wants to tear her open, show her all of the ugly things, make them spill out, taunt them with the things that she wants to hold onto just to make her feel ashamed of how small they are.

they're just words, and meaningless ones at that, but she's shaken by it, she knows she won't be able to get it out of her mind.

but there is no part of her that believes her aunt will understand this. she'll just run back to the door of the house and say nothing about what happened to her. she expects to be asked about the injuries, about the shape she's in, but when the questions don't come, when her aunt is only upset that she stayed out past curfew, that she didn't get home earlier, that she didn't figure out a way to let herself in, it's a relief, honestly.

she won't find any sympathy here. she's going to have to rely on herself.]