(for SA representation because you aren’t alone<3) it felt like yesterday your mum was crying, crying for you. Crying after finding out what your dads coworker did to you all those times he came over for dinner. How could a trusted friend do that? She lied, she said you were moving to England for your dads new job, well you weren’t. You were going to see a therapist, you kept arguing that you didn’t need one. But they insisted, saying it’s better there and they know and trust her. Today however was different than the rest, while being dropped off at the large building, full of many many different departments and their specialties, almost a hospital. For kids like you. You were walking down the same corridor as usual, your mom watching you anxiously, still paranoid. Still untrusting. Why didn’t she get it? You didn’t start that. You didn’t want that. You paused, noticing the usually empty theatre was in full bloom, other people there. Other people, including Alan Rickman. A well known actor. He was volunteering to run a play with some of the permanent patients at the hospital, he was stunning, devine, and incredibly handsome. You didn’t have the guts to talk, you couldn’t anyway, you had to meet your therapist