"Is healing forgetting, or remembering differently?
That's not even a question it's a wake up call. Because to some people the question doesn't even have an answer for most people. Remembering events could cause pain, anger, built up resentment and anguish within someone. Remembering differently doesn't mean that what really happened never really happened, it just means that we can look at it from the darker or brighter side.
Trying to forget something is never healing, it's diverting your brain to something it would want to be filled with instead, but at the end of the day it will all come flooding back in. Trying to forget is like driving away from an accident you caused. You might escape the scene, but the guilt will always follow." Yamen said as she watched Venice response to her, but as usual for the last three months, she never said a word.
"Are you sleeping well?....Pineapple," it was a word that Yamen and Venice agreed on when a serious question needed to be answered from Venice. Venice shook her head and continued staring into space. Yamen sighed and wrote it down. She hadn't slept well for months. Yamen had given her pads to write and maybe tell her anything about her dreams. On one pad she had written.
"Take me back. It's my fault."
She has refused to tell Yamen more. There is so much that Venice wouldn't say. When she tried bringing up Q, Venice would leave the room and later is found in her room having a panic attack that took long to subside even with her mother helping. Her life was in shambles and the only thing Venice had decided to focus on was homeschooling. The teachers were told that she didn't speak much and that if she didn't understand something they should repeat it until she got it right.
Studying had become her coping mechanism and nothing her loved ones did would bring her any other joy. She took long walks in the evening to sit in the park that was ten minutes away from their home. She would sit for hours, just to think and have time to breath. Her mother worked more than she ever had before. But her life slowly got better after her divorce with Venice's father. Her full focus was on Venice now and her health and mental well being. It wasn't easy seeing Venice like this, but just as Venice had learned to cope with how she was presently so did her mother.
The charge against Venice had not been lifted and as soon as Yamen deamed her mentally well, she was going to prison for a total of eight year and one year on parole for the murder of Felicity. Her parents had advocated for more but the court never accepted their appeal.
Her mental torture had been well enough more of a burden for her to carry. Eight years was efficient, and more than enough to satisfy justice that should be served. A silence filled the room, a familiar one, there was only so much you could pull out in such a long time. Yamen set her iPad down and slowly put her hand over Venice's thigh and told Venice their session was over and Venice walked to her room slamming the door so hard, Yamen and Venice's mother heard it from downstairs.
"Any breakthrough today?" The mother asked and Yamen sighed and slowly shook her head.
"She isn't sleeping, Hera. I don't want to result to giving her pills and having her relying on them. But I need you to get through to her this isn't good for her health considering she's also studying." Yamen said and Hera nodded and sighed her breath shaky as it came out. She had an unexplainable urge to curse because This was harder than they had thought it would be.