15 Broken Bottles

Ann who had been sitting in silence as we adjusted, finally decided to say something. She cleared her throat, and said, "Even if it was dumb to not tell anyone you were sick, what's the point in talking about it all now? You don't even remember it at all do you? You were just a sad and scared little girl. You did what most of us humans do when we are sad and scared. You just bottled it all up keeping it in by yourself, until it inevitably all came busting out of you. You discovered that it was a mistake early in life though, because your bottle, was born broken. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I had part in breaking you. I even allowed them to break you". "M-mom, I'm not going to say I forgive you, for I can't except what I don't understand yet. I feel inside though, that you're a bottle too. You are just sealed to tightly and need to learn how to open back up. If you don't, you are just as broken inside as I am".

She started to cry a little, and thanked me. I didn't feel like I needed to be thanked. She just has that feeling arround her, that she need to learn to let go of what was. Emmett held us all and cried as well. He said to everyone, "She is like a new little person, not like the version we lost".

Shortly after that day had passed, I had undergone so many vigorous test, so many scans, and x-rays. Therapies felt like forever, and days turned into weeks fast. Louis showed up a few times a week. He watched from afar, and tried not to get to close. He still scares me, but I feel like I need to talk to him. Just as I was thinking that, my arms slipped off the walker I was using. To my surprise, I didn't smash on to the floor. Louis had cought me, and every hair on my body stood up. I was petrified, just frozen still, like a deer in the headlights of a moving vehicle. I snapped back to reality, and briskly thank him. I situated myself rather quickly, and rushed back to my therapy.

Is he trying to make peace or war here? Should I trust him? What are these awful feelings I have towards this man? I start to feel sick thinking about all this.