Write One Page Per Day – 78/365 – March 19, 2018

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“Can you tell me when this started, Haley?” Dr. Loranger pressed.

Haley chose to remain silent, but Jack wanted to speak.

“Tell him, Haley!” Jack screamed, “Tell him how we burned down the school! Oh, better yet, tell him how we pushed that kid off the bridge that summer!”

Haley’s eyes darted between the doctor and Jack in the room. She was afraid to open up. Memories of the abuse that had occurred in her childhood came in waves through her mind.

“Oh yeah!” Jack bounced, “Tell him how we stabbed that guy when you were nine! He deserved it, the guy was a total creep!”

“You’re safe here, Haley. You can talk to me. I’m not here to judge you, I’m here to try to help you.” Dr. Loranger pressed again.

“It started when I was five.” Haley whispered.

“Yes, Haley, tell him everything!” Jack screamed, “Tell him how evil we are!”

“What happened when you were five?” Dr. Loranger asked, “Did something happen when you were five?”

Haley nodded. “There was a boy. I don’t want to say his name, but he was a neighbor. We used to play together every day, until he died.”

“Did he die when you were five?”

Haley nodded again.

“How did he die?”

“There was a car accident. It was my fault.” Haley said, staring at the floor.

“How could it be your fault? You were a child.” Dr. Loranger asked.

Haley sat, silently reliving the events in her head, before she took a deep breath. “I was playing at the park across the street from my house. Jack’s parents had taken him to a dentist appointment and were going to be back any second. I had a new ball that I wanted to show him. I got bored waiting, and started playing with it.

“I kicked the ball too hard, or I wasn’t fast enough to catch it, whatever you want to say.” The tears were streaming down her face now, “I ran out into the road after the ball. There was a car horn and screeching. Then there was a crash.”

“Was the boy in the car?” Dr. Loranger asked.

Haley nodded again, watching the front of her shirt get wet with her tears. “My mother told me. I don’t have a lot of memories after that until I was seven. That’s when I started seeing him again.”

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