The Abused and The Hurt//Camren//(COMPLETED)#Wattys2019

The Now

*Present Day*

Camila's POV

Day 420

It's been a little over a year since I transferred to the new facility. I change every six years. I was currently in a facility that I hated the most. The one in Miami. Doctor Hansen is with me though, even if I am a huge pain in the ass she's always been there for me. So that's something.

Right?

I was sitting down on the chair I had in my room. Fidgeting with my cube and reading "To Kill A Mockingbird". Reading does help me. Kind of. Books are just a support for me to pass time through my miserable life.

"Camila? It's Ms.Hansen. Can I come in?", I heard the familiar voice of the Polynesian.

"Yes.", I called to her.

She stepped into the room, closing the door quietly behind her. Ms.Hansen showed off a sweet smile. I just looked at her.

"How are you?", Hansen asked.

"Ok... ", I answered weakly.

"Do you wanna try again today?", Hansen asked.

"No... I already told you. I'm not talking to Ms.Hernandez.", I said irradiated.

"Come on Camila. Just have one session with her. Just to see how it goes.", Hansen pushed.

"No! I don't need therapy!", I shouted.

"Ok ok. I'm sorry.", Hansen said, putting her hands up in defense.

I realized I was growing angry and my hands were shaking. I looked at Ms.Hansen, she was scared. I let down my guard and slouched back in my chair.

"I didn't mean to...", I said quietly.

"I know Mila. Can you tell me why you don't wanna see Ms.Hernandez? She's our best therapist here and she is more than willing to see you.", Hansen brought the women back up.

"I'm afraid of her. I don't trust her.", I said simply.

"Why?", Hansen asked curiously.

"I just don't ok?", I snapped.

"You trust me don't you?", Ms.Hansen asked.

"No.", I answered truthfully.

"You don't trust anybody don't you?", Hansen asked.

"No, cause everytime I let someone in my life. I'm the one who hurts in the end. I'm the one who falls in the end. And I'm tired of it!", I slam my fist into the table.

"Last time I recall it was just you're parents in your life.", Hansen remarked.

I looked at her.

"Oh no. There's been plenty of more people in my life before I was abandoned and thrown into the orphanage and this mental institution system. All of them abandoned me. No one has came or is coming to save me. And that fucking hurts.", I opened up. Tears running down my face.

Doctor Hansen placed a supportive hand on mine. My breath hitched a little with the sudden contact. I looked at her worriedly. She gave me a small smile.

"See Camila? You're hurting. You need to talk to someone. Not me through. That's not my job, my job is to give you your medications, but also to be part of your support system. You can say I'm like a friend. But you know who's job it is? Ms.Hernandez. She's a sweet women Mila. I promise she won't judge you for what you tell her about your background. Her job is to help you back up and give you advice. Not to shatter you and bring down even deeper into the hold you've already fallen into. So will please just try?", Hansen explained, then asked.