I've been pretty busy and lazy for a while now. The internet hasn't sparked a lot of my interest really, I'm not sure why. Anyway, I've been thinking about what I want to do with my life a bit lately. I want to just follow Mia into her profession of animal related things, though at the same time I almost want to do something like psychotherapy or a child's services sort of thing. The part that goes with child's services was inspired by a new friend of mine. She's a freshman at my school and her parents are divorced and she lives with her dad pretty much all of the time because her mom lives farther away.
I know what abuse looks like. I know what excuses sound like. I was sitting out front of school waiting for my friends to get to school and she was just curled up by a tree listening to music, but it was the injuries I could see and the expression on her face that caught my attention. I decided to be a creeper and go talk to her. So I went over to her and asked if she was okay. She turned off her music and told me she was. I know it's kind of prying of me but I really felt like I needed to make sure she was okay. I didn't even know her but what it looked like to me wasn't something anyone should go through. I could see the expression on her face. The expression didn't say that she was beaten up by some thugs, it was deeper and showed a betrayal of relationship. I know the look, I stared at it in the mirror for a couple years. Eventually I told her my name was Zachariah and asked hers. She said her name was Alexa. I could tell I was right when I mentioned how I had some bruises just like that and how I got them and the look she gave me for that. After that affirmation I basically handed her my memories in a nutshell, some specifics here and there. She said nothing until I mentioned the baseball bat, where she was finally convinced enough to tell me about how for her it was a wrench. I asked her how long this had been going on and she said a month and a half. I saw my friends had arrived since, they were just watching us.
I'm really eager to help Alexa and have been. I want her out of the nightmare she is getting into. And what I'm doing now really feels right, as if I could do it countless times for the rest of my life. And maybe helping others might help heal me too.