A Hard Life by Mutter8 (rooftoppers TXT) 📖

me and yelling.
"Martha! Martha! Snap out of it! You're not there anymore. You're home. You're safe!"

Chapter Five

I came to on the couch. I don't know how long I had been out but I know what had made me panic so badly. I had thought so much about that basement that I had thought I was actually back there. So I started screaming and freaking out.
"Hello?" I called out. "Mom? Stacey? Are you guys here?"
Suddenly my mother rounded the corner a bit too fast and a bit too loud. She scared me so badly that I fell off of the couch in a heap.
"Oh dear. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine. I think you're right. I do need to go back the therapy. But this time I won't be able to just sit there and play dolls. I can't do that anymore."
"See? I was right. And don't worry. They won't make you talk if you don't want to. They just want you to get into a quiet stable environment so you can do something."
"How about home work?"
"Perfect. Maybe they could even help you."
"Mom? Seriously? That's an insult to my awesome capabilities."
"Okay. I'm sorry. Well do you want to go up and go to bed? Or do you want to stay down here?"
"I'll stay down here. Can I please stay home from school tomorrow. The cheer leaders and their boy friends were bullying me again."
"Oh dear. I'm sorry. Of course you can stay home. I'll call your school and let them know. Who was it this time?"
"Cassidy and Dave. Umm... I kind of may have threatened to break all the bones in Dave."
"Seriously? I bet you couldn't even come close to harming that boy."
My sister had just come around the corner. She had absolutely no sympathy for me.
"Stacey. Be nice."
"MOM! Are you still buying this? She ran away!"
"Stacey! Go to your room!"
"Mom!"
"Now!"
With that Stacey ran up to her room. I could tell she was peeved. But I didn't care. She always figured I had run away. She just didn't know what I was going through. She had always been the perfect child. While I was the problem child who ran away. According to her at least.
"Do you want me to put in a movie for you? Or are you just going to go to bed?" my mom asked sympathetically.
"I'll just watch what ever is on TV. Hopefully there isn't a bunch of paid programming on."
"All right dear. Come and get me if you need any thing."
"Okay. Thanks Mom." and with that she walked up the stairs. I loved my mom dearly. But sometimes she was a bit too much to deal with. But it was times like this I was glad she was here. My sister was always a real pain in the neck to deal with. But after I came home she was even worse. She figured I had gone to live with them. Not them kid napping me. And she also thought that I had been doing drugs and drinking. And I wasn't even trying to come close to these things. But my captors thought differently. They would shove the stuff down my throat and then put me in a closet until I stopped screaming. Frankly I was somewhat glad they did. It meant I could be safe in my dreams. Until they woke me up and started beating on me again. I know that the therapist is going to want to hear this tomorrow. I just don't know if I'll be in the mood to tell her it. And with those last few thoughts I drifted off into a somewhat peaceful sleep.

Chapter Six

I stayed home from school that day. My mom knew that making me put up with those people was too much for me to deal with. Sometimes I just wish I could go hide in a hole some where. But instead of thinking about that, I thought about the work I would have to make up. I just hoped that Jake and Ryan would bring my work by. My mom had gone to work and my sister school.
After wandering around the house for a while I decided to make lunch. I also suddenly realized that I coul call Jake or Ryan on their cells. I picked up the phone and my lunch and went into the living room to watch TV. I dialed Ryan's phone and within seconds he picked up.
"Mar! Where were you today?!? Mrs. Korone was not happy!"
"Sorry. I stayed home. Hey is Jake there?"
"Yeah. He's right here. YO! Jake! Mar wants to talk to you."
"Hello?" Jake had a some what deeper voice then Ryan but other then that they were pretty much the same. And they were the best friends any one could have. Even if you are a girl.
"Hey. Will you get my work from math, reading, science, and history?"
"Umm yeah. You want Ryan to get your work from English, and Spanish?"
"Yes please. Put him back on."
"Okay. Ryan. She wants to talk to you now."
"Okay. Hello?"
"Hey Ryan. Can you get my work from English, and Spanish? I really don't want to be talking to the teachers about that tomorrow. Because then they'll want to know why I was gone and all that."
"Yeah I can do that. Are you going to be here tomorrow?"
"Yeah. I just didn't want to be there with Clarissa and all those guys."
"They messing with your hair again?"
"Yes. I think I may have come close to breaking Dave's wrist."
"That's our girl! Hey Jake! She almost broke Dave's wrist!"
"All right!"
"Okay well thanks guys. I'll let you go now."
"Okay. Bye. Ryan she's getting off the phone. Say bye. We'll bring your work by after school. That okay?"
"Yeah that's fine. Oh I forgot! I have therapy after school."
"Really? That sucks. Okay well we'll get your work. But call us when you get home from therapy."
"Okay. Thanks. Bye guys."
With that we hung up. They had been my best friends since sixth grade when I started getting picked on by some kids. Ryan had told them ever so nicely to leave me the hell alone while Jake helped me pick up my things. Ever since them I had clung to them and they to me. Partly because Jake and I kind of sort were dating but we didn't show it or any thing. We just hung out alot.
After our conversation I decided to go change out of my PJs and into something a little nicer for my therapy session. After looking for about twenty minutes I decided on a pair of jeans, my greenday sweat shirt, and a pair of running shoes. After I got changed I went down stairs to clean up after my lunch. Once I was done with that I just went and laid down on the couch to watch TV.
After about three really crappy shows I realized my mom would be home any minute. I grabbed my school bag and went to find out whether I had anything to do. It turned out I hadn't finished my work last night so I would be doing it during therapy. I just hoped that this one wouldn't tick me off to the point where I tried to kill her and had to be sedated.
Sitting there in the quiet kind of calmed me down. I see what they meant about getting me somewhere quiet and calm. It kept all the bad thoughts out of my head and it helped me focus on things. Suddenly I heard the door open then slam shut. Mom was home.
"Martha! You ready to go sweet heart?"
"Yeah! I have my homework ready. And Ryan and Jake are bringing my work by after therapy so I can get caught up. I am not going to deal with the teachers yelling at me. And I am deffinitely not telling them why I stayed home. Did you let them know that I wasn't going to be there though?"
"Yes I did. I told them you weren't feeling well. But I did tell them that you were getting picked on. I didn't name names or anything but I told them that you probably wouldn't be there on Mondays because Ryan and Jake wouldn't be there to help you."
"Okay. On Mondays can we three do home then just go do something?"
"I guess. Oh! Look at the time! We better go."

Chapter Seven

We pulled up to the therapist's office about a half hour later. Her building was surprisingly cheery on the outside. It was painted a pinkish color. Like not so dark that you wonder what they were thinking but kind of a rose pink. It also had white trimming with white and red flowers, roses mostly, bordering the side walk and building. The inside was the same way. I knew all ready that I was going to like this therapist.
We walked inside only to be met by a bunch of sad looking people sitting in chairs. I had always wondered what would happen if a room of people were sad all at the same time. Well I just found out. Absolutely nothing happens. You aren't effected at all. Suddenly I heard a door open. I looked up to see a woman making a bee line for me.
"Oh hello! I'm Dr. Weinbecker. Please do come into my office. Oh! You must me Martha. You know I absolutely love that name. Oh Mrs. Kindler you can sit out here. Martha your mother told me you aren't comfortable talking and you're a bit too old for dolls so you can just do home work or draw or something. We can just do that until you fell comfortable talking. How does that sound?"
"Fine I guess. I brought my home work so I can just work on that. But keep in mind I won't be opening up any time soon. So don't get your hopes up. See ya Mom."
"All right Sweet heart. I'll see you when you get out. Be good."
With that I walked to her office. It was painted a sky blue with white carpeting. I liked it.
"Go ahead and sit any where. You know you can talk to me. That's why I'm here. And I'd like your mother to get something out of this."
"I don't want to talk. I all ready told you that. Now if you don't mind I'm going to do my home work."
"Okay then. But go ahead and start talking when ever. Oh and you can call me Julie if you want."
"What ever."
The rest of the session went like that. My mom was paying like thirty bucks an hour for this. So I just wasted a good sixty bucks. By the end of the session I had finished my home work and painted three pictures. Julie kept those paintings and said very pleasantly, "I'll see you next week."
"What ever."
With that I walked out of her office still wondering what the point of this was.
"How was it?" my mother said happily when I came out.
"Fine." I said simply. I knew she would be talking to Julie. So I didn't feel any need to explain that.
"Mrs. Kindler, could you please come into my office to talk? I feel it's very important."
"Of course. Martha I'll be right back. Go ahead and go out to the car."
After she said that she walked into Julie's office. I knew that she would be worrting about me for a while. I would probably end up on anti deppressents or something. Great. I was going to be the