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Tear-stained cheeks, my mascara was now an ugly smudge after being ruined with all the crying I had been doing for the past hour. I could not recognize myself as I looked through the mirror. The more I stared at myself the more the tears. I could hear them in the next room. Their moans enraged me and made me feel like throwing up. I retched but nothing came out. 

Disgust is what I felt.


My life had turned out to be a chaotic mess and I wondered what I had done to deserve all that. I was a good person or so I believed.

I smiled through the pain and thought to myself that everything was going to be okay. I did not believe that myself but I had to tell myself to keep going or I would be stuck in a loop with my past trying to set myself free...

DAWN.

As days passed I really felt lost and numb inside.

I looked at Enzo and there was a smile on my face. I was glad I had him in my life. I was broken inside and I needed to work on that I did not want to dump all my burgage on him when he had his own. I thought about seeing a therapist and had a name pop up in my head. How would I tell my boyfriend that I felt like a bother . I was sad but I did not know what the problem was or how I was going to fix it.

"Ella your appointment has been approved",said the receptionist .

I stood up from my seat and knocked on the door.

"You can come in",said a feminine voice from inside the room.

I entered the room and took a seat on the couch. The woman sitting across from me looked to be in her late twenties ,a pretty brunette.

"Am miss parker but t you can call me Bethany",she said while she took her notebook out.

61|Hard Place