“You can’t put me in a box,” Ava spat at her mother. “Why can’t you be normal, and not a shrink?”
Ava didn’t want to be seen, let alone analysed, and slammed her door shut.
Sarah stared at the closed door wondering how her precious, much-loved baby girl had turned into this fragile, self-loathing teen.
Inside, Ava was painting all four walls of her room black, and was thinking about cutting off her tongue, so she’d never have to talk again. Why couldn’t her mother give up, and just let her drown quietly in peace?!
Finally, Sarah made the call.
This has been another contribution to Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wishoff-Fields. PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays.
As a mother of a 16 year old son and a 14 year old daughter, I’m well-versed in living with teens, although mine are going quite well atm. Well, at least I think they’re going okay. Our daughter’s madly catching up with all her friends in case we we end up going back into lock down. Sydney and Melbourne have always been rivals, but now more than ever those Victorians can stay South of the border.
I hope you and yours are keeping safe and well.