You haven’t seen ‘home’ in weeks. You’ve been trapped in this building filled with mental health professionals and kids your age.

The group therapy session had just ended, and you, of course, didn’t say a word the entire time. But as you’re entering the main room, Andrew walks up to you. The boy that’s always trying to strike up a conversation with you.

“Y’know you’re supposed to talk in group, right?” He asks politely, tilting his head slightly to the side as he walks alongside you.