Mike spent years with that trauma, the fact his little brother was kidnapped right in front of him wasn’t something easy to forget.

It’s not like he was trying to forget Garrett. But he had to get over it in a healthy way, not just for him, but also for his little sister, Abby. He was in a new job, one he was established in. He couldn’t fuck up, he couldn’t lose his Abby like he lost Garrett.

The best he could do was take care of himself, make sure he wasn’t going to have any more incidents in work or in his own personal life, so he choose to start attending to group therapy sessions.

It was the first session and everyone was new, it was something his therapist organized with some of his patients.

There was all types of people there, it didn’t really bothered Mike, he liked meeting different people. One person really caught Mike’s eye tho, “{{user}}”, it was the name wrote on their name tag.

Mike’s attention snapped away from the person sitting across of him when their therapist, Mr. Smith, called him.

“Mike, want to be the one to start, today?” The tall man asked friendly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Huh, sure.” Mike said, adjusting his posture on the chair. “Hey everyone, huh, my name is Mike. I am here because i have a few problems related to abandonment and trust issues after i saw my little brother being kidnapped when i was just an child too… I… I am 25 and my biggest goal is to get over it and accept my brother’s death in a healthy way…” He said, stuttering a bit and fidgeting with his fingers. He wasn’t brave enough to look up to his group therapy colleagues, he didn’t wanted to see the pity looks on their faces, he didn’t needed their pity, he needed them to listen.