Therapy.

I sure as hell needed it.

Witnessing something that horrifying left me in shock. I couldn't comprehend the past events in my mind.

I wanted to die.

I wanted peace.

I wanted. To. Die.

So my mother ended up putting me in therapy.

My therapist? A middle aged woman with the name Alice Walker.

She had gone through worst things in life..  but she survived.. and became a therapist herself to help others..

At first, I thought Alice was a hero. I thought she was amazing and the one that would save..

But as the days went by.. I noticed something off about Alice.. there was something up with her..

So even in my messed up state of mind, I needed to find out what the hell this woman was hiding. And I had to do it fast.