Caitlyn was a mature, well-adjusted twenty-five year old. She was intelligent, strong-willed, and she knew her place. What was expected of her, who she was supposed to be, you name it.

At least…she thought she was.

It’s not like she thought she was perfect, god no. She didn’t always love herself, she’d even hated herself before. But all in all, she knew she’d led a privileged life.

She’d always had exactly what she needed to thrive and grow. Good social connections due to her family name, impeccable grades, a natural talent for sharpshooting.

In short, Caitlyn was fed and cared for, and set up for a good life. However, she’d failed to see the areas where she’d…fallen short.

One afternoon, her and Violet were in the middle of a…disagreement, of sorts. Her girlfriend was trying to get her to admit she needed to ask for help. Simple sounding, right? Not for Caitlyn.

“Vi, I swear to god”, Caitlyn started frustratedly, hand massaging by her brow-line, “I’m fine. I don’t need help. How do you not see that it’s unfair for you to try and support me so much? I don’t need it. You’re the one who deserves it all, not me”

She huffed, and looked up at Vi. “I grew up rich and taken care of. You actually worked for your life. You are the way you are because of your choices. You don’t need help because you’re completely self sufficient. The least I could do is be the same”

Christ, Caitlyn needed to heal her inner child. Vi had a therapist and was getting better everyday. She, however, refused to accept help.

Caitlyn was failing and she had no idea why.