#it's fine if they feel they're not educated enough to approach the subject but just say nothing in that case

[vimbry]

oh hello shoe I've been waiting to see drop. sorta hoped you never would.

[theatregaymer]

While I'm "on a roll" Let's talk about minors a bit more. ACTUAL minors like the ones so many seem keen on championing and protecting even if they are the ones in the wrong. These folks seem to think minors, regardless of maturity, regardless of experiencing puberty, regardless of upbringing or education, are ALL unable to think, make decisions, act under their own authority. "They're too young to know better." "They can't make this decision." Shut the hell up you idiot. Are you a child behavior psychologist? No? I didn't think so.

As a teenager I was SO curious about sexual activities. My family was religious and I NEVER got a talk about sex, how it was done, what kinks or fetishes were, none of that. The only reason I knew what gay people were was talking with people who were older on forums and yahoo messenger (Yes that existed at the time) My sex ed class in school didn't cover gay sex at all. And as such I didn't realize that my constant thoughts about feet, tickling and boys were because I was gay with a set of fetishes. Learning to control urges and whatnot is part of being a teen approaching adulthood! Let me be clear. I don't talk to minors. The greatest reason for this is not because "Oh no I have to protect them" It's cause I don't trust people these days. I don't trust a kid to not ask me for advice then turn around and call me a fucking groomer or something. Cause of course the cavalry would pile on, just like they are doing to others on this site right now. If a minor approached me for sexual advice, be it about kinks, sex itself, etc. I would likely find some helpful resources and encourage them to read about it. If someone is confident in their knowledge and is informed enough about the subject that they can actually explain things then yeah, I see no problem with them giving someone who trusts them advice. It's not the same thing as roleplaying with them. It's not the same thing as asking for personal information with unsavory expectations. It's someone reaching out for help because they likely don't feel they can get it anywhere else. NOW, I do not mean to diminish the experiences of those who HAVE been taken advantage of by the horrible people who DO exist out there. It's wrong to purposefully seek out actual minors (there's a difference between fiction and reality remember?) for sexual purposes. However I do not believe it gives you the right to judge everyone at the same standard. You have blinders on and you won't see or listen to logic or facts, you only see another person responsible for hurting you. It's unfortunate and sad that you were hurt in such a manner, but don't take that out on people who aren't that kind of person.

At the risk of ranting too long I'll just end with this. If you are a minor and somehow able to read this. Do your research where you can. Ask your parents if you can, it's every bit as awkward for them as it is for you. Don't get your sexual knowledge from fanfics and hentai, though some rare ones are rather informative. Be careful who you talk to, don't just trust anybody and if someone makes you feel uncomfortable, block/report them. And if you're reading this and you think I'm wrong. That's fine, you're allowed to think that. But don't try to come at me swinging, especially behind a cowardly anon picture. I don't have the time in my life to educate you when you clearly don't want to be educated, you just want to be right...when you aren't. So sit down, have a sandwich and a juice box and do YOUR research.

[gracegrove]

When I have two clients. Both with fairly recent trauma histories.

One has a tendency to act aggressive, defensive, and reactive... is more likely to say "I'm fine" or "It's none of your fucking business," when I try to work with them in session. Especially if I come near a sensitive topic. They are hard to reach. They may purposely do offensive or even say mean things directed as attacks towards me in an attempt to ward me off. Potentially to even make me drop them as a client. They do not want me poking around. They don't trust me. They may also already be convinced that I can't help them and that I may also potentially exist to harm them. Or that I will just leave them in the end or be yet another disappointment like so many other people who have promised to help. So they're going to shove at me and use every tool they have to scare me away from wanting to interact.

This client gets described as "trouble" "a handful" "your worst nightmare" "a headache" or in other ways being difficult, hard to put up with, and ill deserving of help. They make every inch of ground in session a fight and both of us will feel exhausted at the end of just a 45 min meeting.

The other is withdrawn, quiet, and personable but has a lot of difficulty getting their needs met. They have a tendency to want to please others at their own expense. If I come near a sensitive topic, they might instead deflect by becoming quiet or try to pivot the focus onto me. Compliment me. Try to ask things about me so I'll forget about them. They may try to change the subject entirely. We may have to change the subject in the interest of not derailing the entire session.

This client gets described as "a good kid" "calm/quiet" "sensitive" or in need of help. They are seen favorably and people want to help them. They are viewed as cooperative which can at times be misused by overbearing parents, educators, or therapists who want to force a child to "be well". They are viewed as a problem with a much more easily fixable solution.

You would agree that these are two entirely different kinds of clients, yes? And that they therefore each need their own individualized approach to treatment, yes? So should I....

a. Give a lower amount of treatment interventions to client #2 because, after all, look at how quiet and angelic they are. They're so resilient. It's like they were barely even touched by their trauma at all. What a champ. That way, I can instead prescribe a higher amount of treatment interventions to client #1 because holy cow what a mess... This kid will never learn if they don't have someone like me to guide them. This kid really needs to learn how to be a good person or so many terrible things will happen to them, because they won't stop "acting up".

b. Give a lower amount of treatment interventions to client #1 because they're a lost cause. I dread having them in session. They're old enough "to know better"... Who even acts like this? I mean I know bad things happened to them, but that's not an excuse to behave this way. They're so lucky I'm even here. Give a higher amount of treatment interventions to client #2 because this kid has a better chance. They're such a nice/great kid. They deserve the world and I will do anything to make sure they have all the supports that they need.

c. Give both clients equal amounts of treatment interventions irrespective of their individual needs and/or trauma histories. I'm only one person and resources are thin. Let me just give them both some breathing exercises and some psychoeducation on emotion regulation and they'll be good. Sink or swim, if the treatment was not enough to get you through maybe you didn't take it enough to heart.

d. Give each client the appropriate amount of treatment interventions that they need based on their individual needs and trauma histories, irrespective of how "good" or "bad" they may act both in session and in the greater context of how they present themselves. Because you cannot expect every person to respond in a "one-size fits all" to trauma, abuse, or neglect.

[heartofspells]

i don’t know what happened to prompt your post about jealousy, but i was surprised to hear your earlier answers to those anonymous asks because i’ve enjoyed your writing for a while but your responses to readers’ concerns in the past have at times seemed dismissive of what they’re saying and defensive of your intentions rather than the impact your writing has had on others.

i appreciate knowing that you really do care about representing those subjects in an educated way because your previous responses on comments hadn’t always made that clear

I've let this rest here for a little while as I've thought about it. I won't lie and say that it didn't upset me for a long time, and not because of what you've said, but because anything I've said has come across as though I don't care about people's feelings or these particular subject matters. That's not true, and it was never my intention.

The rest of my rambles are going behind a cut because I'm not going to force anyone to read my half-formed thoughts unless they choose to do so.

The post your referencing about jealousy has since been deleted. The whole thing came through at a bad time for me personally when there was a lot happening around me, pulling me in different directions, and it's not that the thing itself hit the wrong way, but the timing of it seemed odd after some of the things I'd just attempted to talk about. It was in regards to one of my fics and a line within it that, depending on how you view things, could be problematic. It didn't cross my mind in that way when I wrote it because I don't have those views. I'm an accepting person of pretty much everyone, and I always have been. I don't care about who people are or choose to be, what they look like, where they're from, their religions, or their personal life choices. So long as they're not hurting anyone and they're happy, so am I. But I'll be the first to admit that seeing the world this way creates blindspots for me. It happens, and unfortunately, I can't seem to stop that because these things don't matter to me more than they have to in any sort of injustice type of way. But the matter itself has since been addressed and changed, because the person that approached me was right. What I had written, though nowhere near my intention at all wasn't painted in the best light for anyone who is sensitive to things like that.

All this leads pretty well into the next point. I'm not dismissive of how people feel, or I'm not trying to be. I might come across defensive at times over what I've written, but sometimes that's because of the approach taken when it's brought to my attention. Most times, though, it's because I know what I've put into that work. If I don't know enough about it personally, I research everything. I talk to people, either in real life or through the internet, because I want my takes on matters to be as accurate as they can be. I don't purposefully want to offend anyone. And no one is ever going to agree completely. You can give ten people a pink object and nine of them will agree it's pink, but there will be one that will call it fuchsia. It's just how things work, which is fine. No one has to agree on every single matter.

But it's not just the research that makes up a work with difficult subject matter. I'm writing characters dealing with those topics, sludging their way through the only way they know how. I distance myself as much as possible, but to make things emotional and really get that right feel, I can't completely pull back from it, otherwise it's going to feel flat, and the impact of it (talking about how it reaches the world, not shock value here because i hate shock value on things like this; it should never be part of it) won't come across the way I want it to. So I sink into those characters' heads. I pull out those heavy emotions and I have to soak myself in them a little. It's honestly wrecking, though sometimes are worse than others. And because of all that, I feel very strongly about what I've written.

These topics are important to me, and no one here needs to know why. We only share as much about our personal lives as we want, and that's not changing. I will likely never go into detail about the reasons behind what I choose to write and why other than the fact I'll always stick to about broadcasting them for the world to see and trying to change things the only way I know how through my own skills.

But none of this means that I'm purposefully trying to be dismissive about any of it. These are important things, and a person's true feelings and concerns should never be brushed under the rug. I'm not completely sure exactly what comments you're specifically referring to because I always try to approach serious comments with the same level of solemnity if at all possible. Most of the other comments I receive are typical things that I think everyone gets, people "crying" in a joking way, telling me they hate me (but they love me), asking the very dramatic questions about why I would do that (which are clearly jests and not serious), so I joke in return. I poke and tease. It's who I am and have always been. The only comment that I've lashed back against (though i still tried to keep as level of a head as possible) was an anonymous one that myself and a few others agreed was a direct trickle from something else that had been occurring that same day. I don't think it had any bearing on the story itself at all, and their comment mostly made that clear with the things they said. It wasn't an attack on the fic and what was in it, it was an attack on me for writing it at all even as they attempted to use my very words against me.

I've never specifically said it, mostly just hinting at it here and there, but there's a level of ADHD at play here constantly. This oftentimes makes forming responses to things like this and other, equally important things difficult. Thoughts slip away. I get focused on one part and forget others by the time I'm finished. There's often very little structure to it. I ramble, essentially. I can't help. It's how my brain works and I can't change that, though believe me, I wish I could. Fictional writing seems to form itself a little better, but editing also plays a huge part in keeping that cohesive. I edit what I write here and in comments, but I can't spend days raking over it like I do with fics. Things slip and don't come back for a long time, sometimes weeks, and that's terrible, because it inevitably gets turned against you in some way that was never your intention to begin with.

None of this goes as an excuse in any way. It's not an excuse, but it's a glimpse into how my head words and why things can sometimes maybe appear worse than I mean them? I don't know. The thoughts and ideas and all the things I want to say are there, but people aren't in my mind. None of you know me, and that's easily forgotten at times by myself. You can't see what's in my head or my intentions behind things, so not accurately addressing concerns is my fault, but I never do it intentionally.

I do care about people's concerns, and the best way to address them with me is to have an ongoing conversation, because that's how you're going to get the best results from me. It'll give me multiple takes from you and in return, you'll get that from me as well. Things become more tailored the longer I interact with them. It gives my brain space to stretch and also zero in on the problem itself.

And just as a sort of example, I've now spent more than two hours on this, trying to form a somewhat cohesive response that hopefully wouldn't just be inane babbling and would make sense to some degree. I still don't think I've done that, but this is the best it gets in one take, as sorry as I am to say that. I'm sure someone can comb through it and find something offensive or dismissive or whatever. They always do, but there's not much I can do in defense of that other than saying one more time that I care about concerns that are brought to my attention, and I will always approach them as diplomatically as I have the ability to do so.

[lordofthenerds97]

Fast Cars and Freedom

1/? Dr. Feelgood 

Masterlist

Prompt: "I can't keep fighting like this." @dacremontgomerylover

Summary: A Siren. A creature from the depths of the ocean who lures a sailor to their death by her beautiful voice and appearance. But like those creatures, not everything is as it seems. Billy Hargrove finds himself settled in the crap town of Hawkins during his senior year. The guys are all idiots and the girls are nothing but desperate. Quickly bored to tears, a reserved and domineering girl grabs his attention. He doesn’t know anything about her, but she knows everything about him. And she more than earned the nickname the school's population had given her.

Words: 2,281

Rating: T+

June, 1984

The sound of the shrill hiss of the bell cut through the chatter of the students, abruptly ending their conversations as they made their way to their classes, albeit at a snail's pace. The first day of school, and everyone was moving slowly. None of them wanted to face the harsh reality of the education they were expected to have. But nevertheless, the students moved in a wave and an onlooker wouldn't be able to differentiate one person from another. But one head stood out among all the rest, her fiery red hair glinting in the light that streamed down from the windows above the lockers. She stuck close to the never ending wall of lockers, her arms clutching her History and Biology textbooks close to her chest. There was a noticeable bubble of space around her, people throwing cautious glances in her direction as they moved to their classes. She didn't mind, in fact, she rather liked the bubble that she had. It gave her less of a chance to come in contact with anyone else. She wasn't much of a people person, and the fact that most people either ignored her or stayed away was perfectly fine with her. 

There were a couple exceptions, of course. She had a very small circle of friends and she kept them close to her whenever she could. 

But one of those friends had been missing for a good long while. 

Barbara Holland. 

She had disappeared last year and no one had heard from her since. 

She jumped when she felt a hand on her back, turning her light green eyes to see Johnathan coming up beside her. She gave him a soft smile when he grinned at her, his brown hair falling in his eyes. 

"Hey." 

"Hey, yourself." she responded. 

"How are you? I haven't seen you in what feels like weeks." he said, almost bringing them to a complete stop. 

She bit her lip, eyes darting away from him. She had purposely been staying off the radar. After everything that happened last year, she wasn't sure she wanted to be seen. Nancy, Steve, Johnathan, the kids, and herself had been through a lot. She needed some time to process it all, and her mind decided to shut down to do it. When that happened, she preferred to be away from the prying eyes of Hawkins High. That always seemed to be a never ending battle, seeing as she had recently been thrust into the spotlight. 

Nancy and Steve seemed to go back to their normal routine. Though, it appeared that the events of the Upside Down weighed heavily on Nancy's conscience despite everything that Steve had told them both. She had shut herself away from the majority of the school's population, much like herself. 

She blinked when she saw a hand waving in front of her face. 

"Ari? You still with me?" 

The redhead blinked again, turning back to Johnathan. He had managed to keep her from entirely shutting down. He was insistent on taking her out, keeping her mind occupied. He would take her to the movies, rock climbing, hiking, or for a photography drive. Things she loved doing that would momentarily take her mind off of everything else. He was the one that turned out to be her rock, and she tried to return the service. He was one of her best friends, and she appreciated him more than he knew. 

"Yeah," she said after a moment, clearing her thoughts. She caught a glimpse of Tina passing out fliers before turning her full attention back to Johnathan. "Sorry. Just a bit...distracted." 

This time, he did stop them, laying his hands gently on her shoulders. "Talk to me, Ari. You're not gonna shut down again." 

She smiled, nodding. "No, I won't." 

He still wasn't satisfied, and she knew it. But he dropped the subject with just a displeased look. "Why don't you come over for dinner tonight? Will would love to see you." 

That sent a pang of guilt through her heart. Like Will and Barbara, she had spent time in the Upside Down. She had seen and done things that still haunted her nightmares. If she wasn't forcing it out of her mind, she could still feel the sticky black blood coating her hands. But unlike Barbara, she came out of it relatively unscathed. She and Will had grown close in that darkened world as they both breathed in the same poisonous air. She had tried her hardest to keep them both sane and safe. For the most part, she succeeded. But she had been pulled out by Johnathan and Nancy, through the old twisted trunk of a tree. She had been pulled out before she could help Will. Before she could make sure he was properly safe from what he had called the Demogorgan. She had done a fair amount, but it was nowhere near good enough. He still suffered because she had left. 

She paused for a moment before answering. Since her return, her parents had hardly let her out of their sight. But, she figured, this would count for something. 

"Okay." she said. 

He smiled before nodding, putting an arm around her shoulders and heading down the hall. 

"Watch yourself, Byers." 

"Don't let her open her mouth." 

"You do realize she's dangerous, right?" 

"Dude, I heard she talked a guy into blowing his brains out." 

"I'm not surprised. She lives up to her name." 

Ari glared at the guys who threw insults in their direction. She almost bared her teeth in a snarl, taking a step forward. They jumped backwards and away, not wanting to be anywhere near her. She smirked as they tucked tail and ran in the opposite direction. Johnathan turned to her, concern once again taking over his features. 

"What's that about?" 

She shrugged. She had been considered an outcast before her three week disappearance. But, because of her looks, she still had jocks trying to get in her pants. She had a rather...interesting...way of dealing with them. But they didn't always take the hint. 

Therefore, she had earned her nickname. 

"Watch out for Siren, Byers. I don't want your kid brother to have to go through losing his brother." 

She rounded on the other guy, stalking towards him, books lying forgotten in the hall. Johnathan quickly grabbed her and and pulled her back, planting her firmly on the ground in front of him, his eyes searching hers. After a moment, her rage dissipated, leaving behind an exhausted expression before she rubbed her forehead and picked up her books. 

"Sorry." she muttered to her friend. She was sick and tired of being treated like the plague. She didn't mind if people avoided her, but it was the comments that really got to her. 

"Forget them. They're losers." 

She snorted in response, rolling her eyes and starting to walk to her class once again. She held her head high, ignoring the many eyes that followed her, their scrutinizing gazes ripping her apart. 

By lunch, she'd had enough. She gripped her messenger bag tightly as she stalked out of the school, her lips set in a thin line. She made her way towards the parking lot, weaving through the students that were in her way. She sighed as she found peace in her parking spot beside the old oak tree. She sank to the ground, leaning her back against her 1973 Harley Sportster. It wasn't long before she was joined by Will, who managed to sneak away for lunch. She grinned at him as he sat beside her, crossing his legs as he grabbed the sandwich out of the brown paper bag. She ruffled his hair before handing him the spare Coke that she kept in her bag. He took it without a word, nodding his thanks to her. 

She turned her head slightly when she heard footsteps approaching. By her count, it was a group of guys headed to their cars. She decided to pay them no mind, instead grabbing an orange from her bag. They had made it around the tree by the time she got it peeled, handing half of it to Will. He took it with a thank you around a mouthful of food.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" 

Ari stifled a groan when she recognized the voice of Tommy H. He was one of her biggest tormentors, and there were several others that followed his lead, seeming to hunt her in a pack. 

"Looks like two freaks hiding from us. Where's the stalker, Siren?" 

Ari glared at them before flashing a glance to Will. There was no way she was going to start something in front of him. But if worse came to worst, she would end it. 

"He's standing right beside you, Mason." she said, turning her gaze on the junior that stood to the left of Tommy. "Didn't you know? Tommy here has been following me around since we were kids. He's just pissed I won't give him what he wants." 

There was a chorus of 'ooooh's' that followed her statement, the eyes of his group turning on Tommy. He glared at Ari. 

"I didn't think you were allowed to be within five hundred feet of the Byers kid. What, I mean with you being the one that kidnapped him and all." 

Tommy leaned down and grabbed Will's arm, hauling him to his feet. 

"Get off me!" Will shouted. 

"Don't touch him!" Ari hissed, jumping to her feet and staring Tommy down. 

He snorted at her. "Some sicko you are. I'm just trying to keep the boy safe from the woman that held him against his will in the woods forever." 

"Let. Him. Go." she enunciated. She was protective of the youngest Byers boy, and she would go to the ends of the earth to keep him safe. And right now, Tommy was the one that was threatening his safety. Ari saw the tight grip he had on the twelve year old, and the way the Will glanced up at him in fear. The image made her blood boil and her vision turn red. But she couldn't afford to be the one to throw the first punch.

"What kind of sick bastard gets off on grabbing little kids, huh?" she demanded, her eyes narrowing. 

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Tommy jerked away from the kid as if he had been burned. He shoved the kid towards Ari, and Will wrapped his arms around her torso. Seeing the way Tommy wound up, she gently but quickly untangled herself from Will, preparing for the hit that she saw coming. She clenched her jaw and redistributed her weight. 

But before she felt the blow, a hand entered her line of vision, clamping down on Tommy's fist, stopping it in it's path. Surprised when the blow didn't come, Ari took a step backward when a denim clad figure stepped in front of her, shoving Tommy backwards. 

"There a problem here, gentlemen?" 

Will darted back to Ari, wanting to make sure she was fine. She put a hand on his head, ruffling his hair as she glanced down at him with a small smile. "Go back to class, Will." she said softly. 

He gave her a frown, not wanting to follow her order. But when he glanced at the other guys and back to her, he nodded cautiously. He quickly grabbed his bag and started sprinting towards the middle school. 

"No, Billy." 

Ari crossed her arms, glaring at the group of guys that had surrounded them. The one that stepped in front of her, apparently named Billy, stood with his hand son his hips as he talked with Tommy and the others. Deciding to bow out while she still had the chance, she grabbed her bag and almost disappeared into thin air as she headed back into the high school. 

"Dude, where'd she go?" Mason asked, pushing past Billy and looking around. 

Billy turned, a frown on his face, as his eyes scanned the area looking for her. His eyes narrowed as he spotted the head of bright red hair stepping into the building. 

By the time the school day was over, Ari's head was spinning. 

"Oh my God, have you seen the new kid?" 

"How could I not?" 

"He's such a dream." 

"I wouldn't mind a ride on that horse." 

"I heard he's got a record." 

"Where's he from?" 

"Cali, I think. I'd like to kiss that skin as much as the sun has." 

Johnathan caught up with her as she made her way out of the school, rubbing her forehead as she went. "Kill me now." she muttered. 

He chuckled, knocking his shoulder into hers. "Sorry, no can do, Red. You promised to come to dinner tonight. Besides, you didn't survive three weeks on your own to give up now." 

She rolled her eyes before Nancy came up to them. "Hey, you guys are going to Tina's party?"

Ari groaned. "You serious, Nance?" she asked. "You know I hate crowds." 

"I didn't get an invitation." 

Nancy rolled her eyes. "This is me inviting you, idiot. Come on, Ari." 

Ari frowned. "I don't know. I've got a lot of things to do." 

Nancy sighed. "Think about it?" 

"...fine." 

She and Johnathan quickly dove into a conversation, leaving Ari to fend for herself. She quietly excused herself, leaving her two friends behind as she walked back up to her motorcycle. Tightening the strap on her bag, she swung a leg over the body of the bike, pulling on her helmet as she did. She started the engine, smiling when she heard the familiar roar. She loved consistency, and the fact that she could always count on her bike made her cherish it even more. She glanced around before moving out of her parking spot, headed towards the road. But what she failed to notice was the blue Camaro parked a few spaces in front of her, the occupant watching as she moved. A cigarette dangled from his lips and smoke poured out if his nose as his keen eyes watched her. He watched until she turned into the highway, moving out of his line of sight. And he waited until the passenger door opened and the young redheaded girl plopped into the seat before stomping on the gas and skidding out if the parking lot. She cursed at him as she slammed the door shut, looking for the seatbelt that would undoubtedly save her life. "Are you insane?!" she demanded, gripping the door as he peeled onto the road. 

He quickly caught up to the black motorcycle, smirking as he did. The rider turned when she heard the roar of the muscle car behind her, which she was surprised was louder than the engine of her bike. He took the cigarette out of his mouth, letting it drop out of the window as he stepped on the gas, pulling up beside her in the opposite lane. But because of her tinted visor, he couldn't see the shocked expression that she wore as he recklessly drove beside her, traffic laws be da****. He motioned for the younger girl to toll down her window, which she grudgingly did. Billy leaned over the seat, pursing his lips as if blowing her a kiss before he sped up, passing her with the blaring of a rock band and the squealing of tires. 

Ari hit the brakes as he continued to speed away, her mouth dropping open. That was the guy that had all the other girls in an uproar? 

She shook her head, quickly putting the thought out of her mind as she turned down her street. She had a lot of buttering up to do on her parents, and she needed to start as soon as she could. 

She hadn't told them the full story of what had happened. They knew that she had been taken around the same time as Barbara, from the pool outside of Steve's house. They knew she was held with Will Byers. They knew that she kept them alive. 

But what they didn't know was how she did it. How she managed to prevent that monster from eating them. Or how she had abandoned Will when Johnathan and Nancy pulled her out. They didn't know of the blood that stained her hands, or the screams of terror that ripped from Will's throat. They didn't know how she got the scars that adorned her back and right shoulder. They didn't know about the ghost pain she experienced, still feeling the monster's thousands of teeth dig into her flesh. They didn't know about the nightmares that still plagued her, waking her in the middle of the night with her body covered in a cold sweat.

And she would never allow them to know. That burden was not theirs to bear. It was hers. 

She parked the bike inside the garage, taking off her helmet and allowing her naturally bright red hair to once again spill over her shoulders before handing the black helmet on the wall beside the bike. She plastered on a smile before walking into the house. 

This was her life. 

This was the never ending horror story of Aria Grey.