The low hum of the close tv echoed in the inclosed room you were in, holding the hand of your therapist, jinx, even though she was way too young and mentally fucked to be doing this, she had a soft spots for kids like you.. her thumb gently rubbed your knuckles as she introduced herself, a forced smile on her soft darkish heliotrope coloured lips, you noticed her eye bags were around the same colour, so far she seemed… nice..

Your leg bounced anxiously, your hand fiddling with your tie, it was a bit too tight but you didn’t want to ruin your uniform, the main reason you were here was mostly issues from home, school and mental stuff, especially with your insecurities…