The Scars She Hid From The World

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

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This story will show and deal with suicidal, violent, and self-harm tendencies. It also deals with real-life issues of depression, and suicide.

I am in no way supporting this issue, or promoting that someone should take their life. I’m just giving a warning and disclaimer to people that are sensitive to these problems that impact them on a daily basis. If it is hard to read or indulge in this story because of that, I completely respect if you can't read it.

I felt like this story needed to have a message behind it. This story will reach an audience who have experienced depression, suicide, and loneliness. It will also showcase that there is a way out of it.

I myself have experienced all of those for many years. I was so blessed to have those around me who encouraged me to seek therapy and overcome these real-life issues.

So, I'm dedicating this story to those people who have struggled, and continue to struggle through these mental issues today. There is a way out, and there is truly a life worth living.

You're here, with breath in your lungs, that’s enough to start.

This one’s for you.

This story will show and deal with suicidal, violent, and self-harm tendencies. It also deals with real-life issues of depression, and suicide.

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