Perhaps one day i can grow up. Perhaps one day i can grow up.
Its not that big a deal.
A slap here or there, a burn on this arm, a cut on that.
Tara always thought those same sentences.
Tara could find the logic amongst any emotion. Although that never stopped her from feeling it. Sometimes she thought it was so bad it felt... thick. Like the air became heavy, she couldn't breath, she had to lay on the floor and sob. Just keep feeling bad for herself just to keep the tears flowing. If she could do that then she could release every tear she held back while trying to be strong.
'What is it now?'
'Tara I'm Ms. Herbert. I'm the Councillor.'
Tara could never trust. If she did she expected solutions for the unsolvable.
'Nothings wrong at home.'
'Are you sure Tara?'
She wanted answers. On behalf of strangers, from strangers.
'Yes. I'm positive.'
She wanted to scream at that smiling, blonde bimbo. That Councillor. She knew nothing. And words never solved anything. At least that was what her family had taught her.
'Well is there anything else you want to talk about Tara?'
'I know what your doing ms. Herbert.'
'What do you mean Tara?'
Right in the face. Just one punch. But She wasn't strong enough to do any damage. And it would only make things worse.
'You just want answers. You want me to see you as a friend so i can open up to you, that or continue talking to you long enough to unintentionally reference my emotion, or my home-life. So you can gradually get the answers you want.'
'Very smart for a Nine year old. But I have to say your wrong there Tara. I dont-'
'Yes Ms. Herbert. You do HAVE to say that I'm wrong. Otherwise I can exit the room, leaving any potential issues untouched and unknown. If you where to say that... I'd be right.'
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