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Authors: Christina Escue
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Once Diane was back in her cell she curled up on her cot and lost herself in her memories again.
“Diane, do you want to talk about what happened at camp?” Dr. Thatcher asks me as I sit quietly in the chair in her office. “If you talk about it then maybe you can move past it.”
I look at her like she was crazy and just shake my head. What can I say? My two best friends are gone and I’m still here. “I should have died with Karla and Ann.”
“Why do you say that?” Dr. Thatcher asks softly.
“Because we were all out there that night and we should have all died together.” I answer quietly.
“Diane, you know that none of this is your fault, right?” Dr. Thatcher asks seriously. “Those men are to blame. They are the ones who killed your friends and almost killed you.”
I sit there in silence and listen as she rambles on and on about how I am not to blame. I can’t agree with her because I know that they wouldn’t have died if I wouldn’t have agreed to go swimming. They wouldn’t have went without me. “Yes, I know it wasn’t my fault. I know those men are the reason Karla and Ann are dead.”
“Good. Now let’s talk about what happened that night. I need you to tell me what happened that night after the men found you.”
I sit there silently as the screams of my two best friends echo in my head again. She’s been asking me to tell her exactly what happened for the past three months, but I have refused. I haven’t even told the police what those men did to me. All they know is what the medical reports have told them.
“Diane, you are never going to be able to move past this if you don’t talk about it. I’m here to listen when you’re ready to talk.” Dr. Thatcher tells me after several minutes pass.
“Dr. Thatcher, I know my parents are paying you to talk to me. You don’t have to pretend to care.” I tell her and stand from my chair. “Our time is up. I’ll see you next week.”
Dr. Thatcher opens the door to her office and I walk into the waiting area where my mom and dad are waiting. “How’d it go, honey?” Mama asks and I just shrug my shoulders.
“Ready to go home, sweetheart?” Daddy asks as he puts a hand on my shoulder. I shrug again and walk out of the office. I can’t deal with this any longer. I need something to take the pain away.
Diane is pulled from her memories by the woman in the cell next to her. As she sat there in silence she recalled that the night after that meeting with Dr. Thatcher was the first time she tried marijuana and realized there was something that made the pain go away.
Chapter Three
“Diane, I know what you want and I can get it for you. All you have to do is please me and it’s yours.” Gavin tells me as we sit in the back of his van. It has been two years since Karla and Ann died and I am doing everything I can to keep a constant supply of my preferred pain killer.
“Then let’s do it. You know I will do anything for it.” I tell him and raise my skirt.
“Oh, no, Diane. I don’t want to have sex. I know where that has been and I want no part of it. I want you to use that smart little mouth of yours on me.”
I roll my eyes and reach for the button of his jeans. When I wrap my lips around him he fists his hands in my hair and holds my head still. He’s letting me know he’s in control and I don’t care as long as I get my hit after. I need to make the pain go away.
“Diane, psssttt, Diane. You awake?” Carol asked from the top bunk of the cell, pulling Diane from her dream.
“I am now. What’s wrong?” Diane answered irritably.
“You were mumbling and I couldn’t get to sleep because of it.” Carol snapped.
“Sorry.” Diane mumbled and covered her head with her pillow. The dreams were coming more frequently and nothing she did stopped them.
“Just keep quiet so I can get some sleep. My man is coming to visit
Once Diane was back in her cell she curled up on her cot and lost herself in her memories again.
“Diane, do you want to talk about what happened at camp?” Dr. Thatcher asks me as I sit quietly in the chair in her office. “If you talk about it then maybe you can move past it.”
I look at her like she was crazy and just shake my head. What can I say? My two best friends are gone and I’m still here. “I should have died with Karla and Ann.”
“Why do you say that?” Dr. Thatcher asks softly.
“Because we were all out there that night and we should have all died together.” I answer quietly.
“Diane, you know that none of this is your fault, right?” Dr. Thatcher asks seriously. “Those men are to blame. They are the ones who killed your friends and almost killed you.”
I sit there in silence and listen as she rambles on and on about how I am not to blame. I can’t agree with her because I know that they wouldn’t have died if I wouldn’t have agreed to go swimming. They wouldn’t have went without me. “Yes, I know it wasn’t my fault. I know those men are the reason Karla and Ann are dead.”
“Good. Now let’s talk about what happened that night. I need you to tell me what happened that night after the men found you.”
I sit there silently as the screams of my two best friends echo in my head again. She’s been asking me to tell her exactly what happened for the past three months, but I have refused. I haven’t even told the police what those men did to me. All they know is what the medical reports have told them.
“Diane, you are never going to be able to move past this if you don’t talk about it. I’m here to listen when you’re ready to talk.” Dr. Thatcher tells me after several minutes pass.
“Dr. Thatcher, I know my parents are paying you to talk to me. You don’t have to pretend to care.” I tell her and stand from my chair. “Our time is up. I’ll see you next week.”
Dr. Thatcher opens the door to her office and I walk into the waiting area where my mom and dad are waiting. “How’d it go, honey?” Mama asks and I just shrug my shoulders.
“Ready to go home, sweetheart?” Daddy asks as he puts a hand on my shoulder. I shrug again and walk out of the office. I can’t deal with this any longer. I need something to take the pain away.
Diane is pulled from her memories by the woman in the cell next to her. As she sat there in silence she recalled that the night after that meeting with Dr. Thatcher was the first time she tried marijuana and realized there was something that made the pain go away.
Chapter Three
“Diane, I know what you want and I can get it for you. All you have to do is please me and it’s yours.” Gavin tells me as we sit in the back of his van. It has been two years since Karla and Ann died and I am doing everything I can to keep a constant supply of my preferred pain killer.
“Then let’s do it. You know I will do anything for it.” I tell him and raise my skirt.
“Oh, no, Diane. I don’t want to have sex. I know where that has been and I want no part of it. I want you to use that smart little mouth of yours on me.”
I roll my eyes and reach for the button of his jeans. When I wrap my lips around him he fists his hands in my hair and holds my head still. He’s letting me know he’s in control and I don’t care as long as I get my hit after. I need to make the pain go away.
“Diane, psssttt, Diane. You awake?” Carol asked from the top bunk of the cell, pulling Diane from her dream.
“I am now. What’s wrong?” Diane answered irritably.
“You were mumbling and I couldn’t get to sleep because of it.” Carol snapped.
“Sorry.” Diane mumbled and covered her head with her pillow. The dreams were coming more frequently and nothing she did stopped them.
“Just keep quiet so I can get some sleep. My man is coming to visit
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