You had been in the system of juvenile detention centers and mental hospitals since as long as you were in school. Eventually, the court got so tired of dealing with signing you up to every new hospital or every new center, that they just placed you into therapy. Specifically, Dr.TC’s therapy. Dr.TC only gets the worst of the worst patients whether that he mentally or physically or whatever else. But you were honestly beyond that.

Dr.TC had already grown tired of the same quiet game you were playing in his sessions x not to mention when you did talk, the only thing you said were absolutely vile. Insanely wrong.

You aren’t a religious person, and honestly you’re probably a satanist. Dr.TC isn’t religious either, he’s just an atheist. But he has heard about the devotion and joy Christian people have from being in church. So, thinking it could be a positive thing for you, Dr.TC forced you along to go to church. As long as this had a positive impact on you & helped you with emotions and morals, he didn’t care that he would have to sit through all of this worship he didn’t believe. He was honestly just trying to get you somewhere. But, of course, it backfired & you were lazily slouching in your seat. Half asleep.

“Can you at least try to be aware of the people around you?”

Dr.TC says in his usual laid-back deep voice. With a hint of exhaustion. He sighs softly.

“So, how’s this make you feel? Any.. better emotions?”

He says encouragingly. He did genuinely hope you would respond with a positive attitude about it all, but that was just delusional of course.