Word from the Past

June’s Pov

As the bus maneuvered out of the town and towards the city, I could feel my heart beating so fast it could bust only if that’s possible. I was about to go back to my past after leaving it behind for two years and living in it every single day of my life. My life was so messed up when I got back to our town that my mom had to hook me up to a therapist because I was already on the edge of going insane. I would lock myself up in my room for days and cry till weakness overpower me and I lose consciousness. 

My parent, I mean my mother and my stepfather didn’t take it serious, thinking I was going through the pain because I couldn’t get myself out of it the way they did, they thought I had a weak heart, one that’s not able to overcome pain. Until the day that they realized the truth: that I was a monster. 

The look in my mom’s face told me all I needed to know, she hates me for what I did and when I couldn&rsqu