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Seraphina

People tend to keep themselves alive with the help of a certain therapist. They seek out for help and they even get better after putting their life as a showpiece. But was it possible for everyone, to talk? I bet no.

Some hide while some don't.

The secrets I held in my heart were tightly chained up. If one tried to dig deeper they'd have to break the glued locks and it was utterly impossible.

Agostino sat on the chair, earlier Alfonso sat on. He didn't utter a word nor did I. It was as if, something clutched my throat. Frustration surfed through my veins as I desperately tried to think of something, anything, even if it meant to think about the torture I went through.

'Abuse is much better then this mental torture.' The voice mumbled. And for once I agreed to it.

"Why?" I abruptly asked. The half unspoken question burning on the tip my tongue.

He tipped his head and settled his attention on me. "Why, what?"

"You don't know or you're actually denying the fact you know?" I si