Why didn’t they like me? I tried so hard and then they all thought I was more of a freak because of everything that happened. That I made happen.

“You didn’t make it happen.”

“Yes… Yes, I did. I created this. I created these scars.”, Holly looked around and then back down at her arm when she said this.

“Is that what they told you? All these doctor people? That it is your fault?”

“I could feel it. They thought I was crazy.”

“Baby, no. You’re not crazy.”, Vic said looking at her.

“Yes I am. Do you see these scars?”, she was crying. “Would you have done this to yourself?”

“Do you still do it?”

“No, but I can’t erase it. They are always there. I’m marked. I’m judged forever.”

“Holly, look at me, you were surviving. You are surviving.”

“But, I was weak.”

“You’re not being weak by letting me read this. Do you still want me to?”

She nods. She’s still shaking.

Somewhere I got lost. I got scared. I knew what I was doing wasn’t safe. It was scary, but it’s hard to find a way out when no one listens.