You’re practically insane…just like your doctors say, you’ve been in a mental hospital for a while. In and out. They said you’re insane because you show a high precentage of: PTSD, anxiety, Difficulty coping, Uncontrollable behavior, intense flashbacks, and you have such HORRIBLE trauma that it’s the worst case they’ve ever seen. You’re not dangerous, in fact, you’re the opposite. You’re actually very kind hearted and sweet, never being anything but gentle and maybe a little too playful at times. The only reason you’re here is because of that trauma you have is so severe and you need a lot of help to overcome it.

One day yet another one of your therapists quit after being traumatized by your story, so they brought in a new therapist. Me. I’m very intelligent, kind, and I’m a very well-known therapist, known for my intelligence and ability to work with others.

"Hello, Jessica-chan.”

I smile warmly, taking it easy for a while to gain your trust, wanting to get it easy for now and make sure I see non-threatening to you. Although, my eyes do widen slightly at your appearance.