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Dressed up in a black hoodie, black ripped jeans, and my favorite black leather heel boots, I was ready to face the new therapist mom had appointed me with. She was the second therapist I was visiting since my release from the asylum two years ago. The first therapist died by an accident. Not like I did anything though. Okay fine I accidentally on purposely spoiled her brakes(she dared me too). I slung my side bag over my shoulders, ran my fingers through my short hair and left my room with Storm hot on my trail.
I got down to the kitchen to see my brothers eating breakfast and Mrs Jenna fixing a plate of pancakes for me. I sat down and she placed it on my table with a fruit juice. My pills were placed next to the food and I sighed loudly, ignoring the encouraging smile she gave me.
"Thanks." I dismissed her and continued to stare at her until she fixed Storm's breakfast. Mrs Jenna was our hired nanny though she never lived with us. She would always come in the morning and live before six PM.
She was anything but kind and that pissed me off. All my life I had lived with monsters. No one was kind. Everyone wanted to be free, free of the horror they passed through.
"Bus is here kids." Mrs Jenna reminded them as the honk blared and Wilson groaned and got up, taking his bag with him.
"Bye Harriet, love you." They both said and I nodded, watching them leave. I decided to leave my food untouched and swallowed my pills immediately.
"When are you go-",
"C'mon Storm, we have somewhere really important to go to." I cut her off, adjusting Storm on my shoulder and I left the house. I ignored the stares of nosey neighbors thrown my way as I walked to the bus-stop. They made my skin itch and the therapists at the insane asylum always punished us when we reacted to stares being thrown out way. A taxi stopped right in front of me and I sighed in relief. Standing here and waiting for a taxi to show up is like watching sponge Bob with my brothers. 2hours later.
"Manchester mind." I told the driver and he nodded. I got into the back of the taxi and closed my eyes, feeling the cool air on my cold skin and freezing fingers as he drove off.
"Miss, we're here." The driver's gruff voice pulled me out of my slumber and I groaned silently and sat up, Storm getting off my lap.
"How much is your money?" I asked him, dipping my fingers into my pocket.
"50 quid," he told me and I gave him from my hoodie and jumped out of the taxi, Storm on my shoulder.
"Now boy, you must behave when we get inside alright, I don't want to be receiving any tasers today." I mumbled and it chittered making me smile. I got in front of the gate and pressed the electric bell.
"How can I help you young lady?" An old man of about 50 years came close to the gate. He had falling cheeks and big red bags underneath his gray eyes.
"I have an appointment here." I told him and he scrunched his face with his eyes squinted trying to remember if any appointment was given.
"Name please?" He asked and I sighed in annoyance.
"Harriet-Manners Nicholai." I replied and he held up his index finger, signaling me to wait. He turned on the tab he was holding and typed my name into it.
"Yes, the Harriet-Manners with a severe case of IED," he said, looking at me with a kind smile and I rolled my eyes at him. I wasn't in the mood to deal with old men.
"Can you just let me in so I can get this over with." I snapped but he still kept the creepy smile on his face as he opened the gate. This man I'm sure had a mental illness too.
"Third floor, first room on your right," he informed me and I nodded, ignoring his small good luck and went into the building.
"Hi you're welcome to-",
I ignored the blonde receptionist and went to the elevator. I pressed third floor button and it dinged and started moving. I groaned when I heard the popular elevator songs in England, dream a little dream.
The elevator stopped and the door opened, making me to jump out and walk to the first door on my right.
I knocked on it and I heard a faint come in so I opened it slowly and cringed at the sight before me.
She was old, probably in her early sixties. She was dressed in a dressy shirt and skirt that looked like it fell below her knees paired with a black flat shoe. She was almost deathly skinned, resembling a scarecrow.
"Harriet-Manners Nicholai," she croaked out and I nodded. "Nice to meet you. I am Mrs Jones and I'll be your therapist today, have a seat," she ordered and I sat across her, playing with my fingers. Something I did to show I wasn't interested. I didn't feel comfortable in this room, it was too white, too bright. Nothing related to the real color of my life.
She grabbed a clipboard with a paper on it, uncapped her pen and focused her glasses obstructed eyes on me. "So Manners-",
"Call me Harriet." I frowned at her and she took a second to write something down on her paper.
"I'm sorry but I feel more comfortable calling you by your second name," she explained. I hated that name with every blood cell in my body.
I just stared at her until she squirmed uncomfortably, "fine, whatever." I replied and she smiled.
"So let's talk about the night of your sister's death," she said and I glared at her with every strength in me.
"Let's not." I replied, picking at my finger nails. I was really hungry. Green Jello sounds so good right now, I thought, or maybe some mixed vegetables, Mrs Jenna could make me since she knows how hard mom can be when we eat junks or sugar. She justs wants us to live a healthier lifestyle-
"Manners,"
"What?" I asked irritably, scowling at the scarecrow as Storm glared at her for making me angry. I stared at Storm and nodded my head for it to go somewhere else and it scurried off. I glanced back at her as she pushed her glass up, blinking rapidly.
"I was given specific instructions to have you talk about your sister's murder and gauge your anger. If you do not do this, you will fail and you'll have to go back to the asylum and spend another six years," she explained. "Is that what you want?" she asked.
"You don't give a fuck about what I want, your getting a paycheck anyway." I said, rolling my eyes. I knew what she wanted me to say, it was what they all wanted me to say. Indirectly at least.
That I was a loose canon ready to explode. A sadistic, psychotic bitch with no feelings of remorse. A cold-blooded killer...
Mrs Jones frowned, adjusting her glasses, "you're right, I'm getting paid for this. I have no problem failing you immediately because you're a murderer, a mons-"
Holy shit. That was intense
What do you think the therapist was about to say?What do you think Harriet will do?Let's go find out😄*the question isn't who's going to let me, it's who's going to stop me*"Y-you're a monster," she whispered and I nodded, standing up."A monster." I repeated, walking over to her seat. "You think you know so much about me don't you?" I asked, picking up a pen. It had a sharp point at the end and I held it up to the light, analyzing it. This could do some damage. I smiled at the thought but quickly frowned, remembering where I was. I could get tasered or sent to an emergency asylum. "You read my file and thought, "oh! Manners is a monster!" I said in a high pitched voice."You're a murderer," she blurted out and I turned her chair around and stood right in between her legs, leaning my head to one side."So I killed a few people." I shrugged. "Boohoo." I said and she narrowed her eyes, following my movements when I started
"Here's your phone," Mom said and I snatched my iPhone from her and tucked it in my winter jacket pocket."C'mon Mom, the plane leaves in an hour." I reminded her and she drove out of the garage. This was it. I was going to live with the man I hadn't seen in 8 years. How was I supposed to behave in front of him?"You got your transfer letter and your dad's address right?" Mom asked and I rolled my eyes and nodded."Look Harriet, California isn't like Manchester. You make one move and you're gonna spend the rest of your life in juvenile. Clear?" Mom asked and I nodded. Clear my ass.She parked her car in front of the airport and I got down and brought out my luggages from the car trunk and backed my backpack, watching my brothers get down from the car with sad faces. How I wish I could bring them along with me. I was wo
8 YEARS AGO"I like Patrick better because he's a starfish." Garriet said and I rolled my eyes."But sponge Bob is smart and Patrick is dumb." I frowned getting angry as I swung my sailor moon lunch box and held her hand. Daddy said I should always protect Garriet because she has a weak heart."Rage don't insult Patrick he's my friend," she warned."Ok I won't anymore." I told her and we got into the lonely bridge road."Rage look there's a man on the floor." Garriet said and ran towards the man on the floor."Oh my!" she gasped as I got over to her. "He's hurt," she said pointing at his bloody shirt."Let's get out of here Garry I don't think it's safe." I told her grabbing her hand but she snatched it back.
At first I cared but then I was like Nah, fuck youI yawned when I felt Storm on me and I got up, still tired. Damn those sleeping pills.I was a sweating mess right now. Even after two nights, I wasn't used to sleeping without heater on. I got down from my bed and got to my mini bathroom and picked my brush and stared at the mirror.My brown eyes had no emotion and my hair was short and wild, the usual. I had red bags under my eyes and I sighed. Even with the sleeping pills, I still look sleep deprived.I stripped off my clothes and threw them in hamper before taking a shower.I dressed up in a simple ripped jean shorts and oversized gray shirt and a ripped denim jacket. My hair was in a messy short ponytail and I wore my leather bracelet with my knife in it. Fuck mom and her stupid ru
I know you want the satisfaction, that's not gonna happenFinally, I wore my leather bracelet, with my knife and nodded at my reflection. I looked bad ass. I was wearing a ripped jean shorts and an oversized long sleeved sweatshirt. I wore my fleece short sleeved jacket and paired it with a high top leather boot. Myhair were in two unkempt double dutch braids. I fixed Storm's leach and took my backpack."What the bloody hell have you done to your room?" I heard dad screech and I groaned and looked around the room walls. I took my time to write a few things or so many words and reminders with a black permanent marker on the walls. If anyone saw it, they would think I'm insane but to me, it looked cool."I warned you about stepping into my room without permission dad." I complained and he looked at me wi
I have traveled through madness to find meLunch came and I practically ran out of English class. Not that I hated the subject, but the teacher herself was too creepy. I found myself swarmed in the midst of students and I followed them to the cafeteria. Thankfully I was the first on the queue so I took my time to choose my food. I picked 2 slices of pizza and a diet coke.I turned around and searched for Ginger but couldn't find him. I shrugged and made my way to the last isolated seat of three chairs. I threw a slice down for Storm and began to eat my food.A shadow loomed over me and I looked up to see the girl that was with the bully, Todd. I gripped the plastic plate tightly, trying to control myself from scathing her pretty face off."Hey." She sat down on the third seat opposite mine and I s
You will not heal by going back to what broke you."Don't you dare go in there Lee you won't like what you'll see." I heard dad yell and I sat up on my bed and rubbed my sleepy eyes. Storm was wide awake and staring at the door."Morning Storm." I greeted in my raspy voice and the door slammed open. My eyes widened as I stared at the feet of the person in my room and slowly trailed upwards. Green boots, black jumper worn with a green crop top and a green bandana on a perfect red hair in a ponytail. There was only one person that was this creative and obsessed with bandanas."Aunt Lily." I deadpanned and she squealed and pulled me in tight hug. She released me when I gasped for air and smiled sheepishly. Aunt Lily was my dad's adopted sister and mom's half sister. I really don't care about what happened in the past.
When everything is lonely, I can be my best friend."How did you..." I trailed off when he looked back at me and turned front, hugging his knees and playing with the water. I knew I was lying but I needed to cheer him up. He was better off not sad."How did you know?" I asked again after clearing my throat. I folded my arms and watched as Storm began to play with the plants."You're so noisy for a stalker. I could hear your footsteps and heavy breathing. Plus you don't need to act dumb, it's not required," he said and I rolled my eyes and sat close to him, hugging my knees too."So..." I trailed off and he glared at me. The swell on his eyes had reduced and the color was now a shade of purple. I smiled at the blue shirt he wore. We kind of matched."I told you to st
Warning: gory/violent scene. Read at your own risk.Don't underestimate short girls, we are more evil 'cause we're closer to hell."That's right fucker, be scared all you want but don't waste your fear, we still have some unfinished business." I told him and his lips trembled much to my pleasure. This was want I wanted. His mind unable to think straight because of me. Because of what I was capable of doing."You k-k-killed a married m-man and his 4 year o-o-old child," he stuttered and I rolled my eyes. Out of all things he could use to remember me was this."The man was annoying the hell out of me and he should have known not to bring his daughter into my rubber room or should I call it padded cell when he wanted to do his therapying." I told him with quoted fingers and his e
"I'd like to see him first," dad said with his hands akimbo and I rolled my eyes at his style of being the strict father."He can be very shy." I whispered and dad gave me a questioning look. I sighed and went over to open the door, ignoring Aunt Lily's teasing whistle. Uncle Levi on the other hand was holding a shot gun in case he needed to shoot the guy. His words not mine."My crazy family wants to see you." I told him and he exhaled in fright and rubbed his shaking hands together. He looked really good in a white long sleeved shirt and jean. His hair covered with a black head warmer.He came in and froze. I glared at Uncle Levi who pointed the gun to him. He grinned in happiness, and lowered the gun."I heard you're taking my girl out on a little trip?" Dad asked and I rolled my eyes. Ginger flinched and nodded slowly.
Life's a bitch. You've got to go out there and kick some asses off."Was it Todd that gave you the bruise on your eye the first time I saw you?" I asked him and he looked away from me. I had been dreading to know if it was Todd ever since he told me he was used to more pain. I needed to know if he was abused by someone else too, or only bullied by Todd."Yeah," he replied but I could tell he was lying. He changed his voice and became still. He avoided eye contact and blinked rapidly. His chest rose and fell in a fast pace. I knew it wasn't going to be easy for him to tell me, but I needed to know. I needed to be there for him."Liar." I drawled slowly and he shook his head and balled his fist. I was infuriating him so he would tell me out if frustration. I would do anything to get the truth from him."
You can't do epic shit with basic people."Don't you have a place called school to go to." I heard dad knock on my door and I sat up with sleepy eyes. I stared at the wall clock and my eyes widened. I had few minutes to be at school. I got up instantly and rushed to my bathroom to have a quick bath. My hair was really tangled so I did my usual rough double dutch braids.I dressed up quickly and picked my bag. I didn't want to disturb Storm who was still asleep so I rushed out and went to the refrigerator to grab a granola bar."Here take this. I hate high school lunches, it's gross." Uncle Levi said handling me a paper bag. I threw it in my backpack and ran to dad's garage. I climbed on my new bike, fixed my helmet and drove out of the house.I got to the school and parked it at the students pa
Warning, this chapter contains a self harm scene. Read at your own risk.CALLUM WOODS POVI don't remember what it's like to not feel broken.I glanced at the girl as she walked away with her pet raccoon. She was the first person to stand and listen to my song. I picked the money in the guitar case and returned the guitar into the case.I felt kind of embarrassed that she gave that much money like I was some charity case. I picked up my guitar case and walked home. I hope Papa isn't strangling Mama again because this time, I'll do something we'll both regret.I opened the door and was greeted by emptiness. The TV was gone, everything useful in this house. Mama laid on a couch, looking unto space with silent tears falling fro
When everything is lonely, I can be my best friend."How did you..." I trailed off when he looked back at me and turned front, hugging his knees and playing with the water. I knew I was lying but I needed to cheer him up. He was better off not sad."How did you know?" I asked again after clearing my throat. I folded my arms and watched as Storm began to play with the plants."You're so noisy for a stalker. I could hear your footsteps and heavy breathing. Plus you don't need to act dumb, it's not required," he said and I rolled my eyes and sat close to him, hugging my knees too."So..." I trailed off and he glared at me. The swell on his eyes had reduced and the color was now a shade of purple. I smiled at the blue shirt he wore. We kind of matched."I told you to st
You will not heal by going back to what broke you."Don't you dare go in there Lee you won't like what you'll see." I heard dad yell and I sat up on my bed and rubbed my sleepy eyes. Storm was wide awake and staring at the door."Morning Storm." I greeted in my raspy voice and the door slammed open. My eyes widened as I stared at the feet of the person in my room and slowly trailed upwards. Green boots, black jumper worn with a green crop top and a green bandana on a perfect red hair in a ponytail. There was only one person that was this creative and obsessed with bandanas."Aunt Lily." I deadpanned and she squealed and pulled me in tight hug. She released me when I gasped for air and smiled sheepishly. Aunt Lily was my dad's adopted sister and mom's half sister. I really don't care about what happened in the past.
I have traveled through madness to find meLunch came and I practically ran out of English class. Not that I hated the subject, but the teacher herself was too creepy. I found myself swarmed in the midst of students and I followed them to the cafeteria. Thankfully I was the first on the queue so I took my time to choose my food. I picked 2 slices of pizza and a diet coke.I turned around and searched for Ginger but couldn't find him. I shrugged and made my way to the last isolated seat of three chairs. I threw a slice down for Storm and began to eat my food.A shadow loomed over me and I looked up to see the girl that was with the bully, Todd. I gripped the plastic plate tightly, trying to control myself from scathing her pretty face off."Hey." She sat down on the third seat opposite mine and I s
I know you want the satisfaction, that's not gonna happenFinally, I wore my leather bracelet, with my knife and nodded at my reflection. I looked bad ass. I was wearing a ripped jean shorts and an oversized long sleeved sweatshirt. I wore my fleece short sleeved jacket and paired it with a high top leather boot. Myhair were in two unkempt double dutch braids. I fixed Storm's leach and took my backpack."What the bloody hell have you done to your room?" I heard dad screech and I groaned and looked around the room walls. I took my time to write a few things or so many words and reminders with a black permanent marker on the walls. If anyone saw it, they would think I'm insane but to me, it looked cool."I warned you about stepping into my room without permission dad." I complained and he looked at me wi