Valkrie Callahan (nee Prescott) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
little_callahan) wrote2006-12-14 02:24 pm
little_callahan) wrote2006-12-14 02:24 pm
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[EM] 22 - Truth Shall Set You Free
Okay, can I totally call bullshit on that? Yes. I can. Know why?
MY journal, bitches.
So this is me. Calling BULLSHIT. Trust me, if this were live via satellite or something cool? It’d be a lot more interesting...like, me jumping up and down and waving my arms. Maybe sparklers. Oh, and a big neon sign saying BULLSHIT.
Because it’s NOT TRUE. Like...at all. And I’m speaking from personal experience.
Well...okay, maybe it’s a *little* true.
I have issues about my issues...there is not a soul on the planet that is more fucked up than me, except maybe for one of those girls on The OC or One Tree Hill or some shit. But real world? Nope...none. And I was in therapy for some of it for a while...not just for the beatings Father used to give me, but for the whole murder thing...I watched him beat Mum to death.
They always railed on me to talk about my shit...and when I did? Guess what? I had nightmares for WEEKS after reliving that crap. And? Mum was still dead. Father was still safely away in prison. I was still able to testify, and I was still scarred for life.
Justice was served, the community’s obligation to me was fulfilled, and I was no better for any of it. Testifying, facing Father in court...it didn’t make it better and it didn’t change a soddin’ thing. Even talking to my family about it later didn’t help...it just meant they knew.
And that was the big deal that helped me more than anything...the truth didn’t set me free. It was love...the fact that my family knew about everything I’d endured, they saw how ugly my father had made me...and they loved me anyway.
[locked - visible only to Baileigh]
And even now...it’s the same way. Because someone else learned the truth, and wanted me regardless. Desired me...a man I barely know. He saw all my ugliness, and he still touched me, held me...he made me feel beautiful, like I was any other girl in the world.
And God help me, I *really* think I could fall for this guy.
But if you say word ONE about this, Bee? I’ll kill you myself, and I mean it!...
[/locked]
Muse: Valkyrie Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 386
MY journal, bitches.
So this is me. Calling BULLSHIT. Trust me, if this were live via satellite or something cool? It’d be a lot more interesting...like, me jumping up and down and waving my arms. Maybe sparklers. Oh, and a big neon sign saying BULLSHIT.
Because it’s NOT TRUE. Like...at all. And I’m speaking from personal experience.
Well...okay, maybe it’s a *little* true.
I have issues about my issues...there is not a soul on the planet that is more fucked up than me, except maybe for one of those girls on The OC or One Tree Hill or some shit. But real world? Nope...none. And I was in therapy for some of it for a while...not just for the beatings Father used to give me, but for the whole murder thing...I watched him beat Mum to death.
They always railed on me to talk about my shit...and when I did? Guess what? I had nightmares for WEEKS after reliving that crap. And? Mum was still dead. Father was still safely away in prison. I was still able to testify, and I was still scarred for life.
Justice was served, the community’s obligation to me was fulfilled, and I was no better for any of it. Testifying, facing Father in court...it didn’t make it better and it didn’t change a soddin’ thing. Even talking to my family about it later didn’t help...it just meant they knew.
And that was the big deal that helped me more than anything...the truth didn’t set me free. It was love...the fact that my family knew about everything I’d endured, they saw how ugly my father had made me...and they loved me anyway.
[locked - visible only to Baileigh]
And even now...it’s the same way. Because someone else learned the truth, and wanted me regardless. Desired me...a man I barely know. He saw all my ugliness, and he still touched me, held me...he made me feel beautiful, like I was any other girl in the world.
And God help me, I *really* think I could fall for this guy.
But if you say word ONE about this, Bee? I’ll kill you myself, and I mean it!...
[/locked]
Muse: Valkyrie Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 386