Mary walked into the building, as she turned slowly to take one last glance at her mum who had unfortunately sped off. She cursed lightly under her breath and moved on inside.

She felt this therapy stuff was just a waste of time, however her mum thought that she needed it so dearly. Ever since the incident with her last boyfriend, she developed philophobia - the fear of falling in love.

She, Mary, had been impossible to help and started disengaging herself from friendships and even from her family. It looked like her fear had spread from just her boyfriend now to the whole family.

That's why her parents thought it best to get her a therapist.

Just walking into this place gave her an eerie feeling. She watched people sitting, chatting or just keeping to themselves. Her heart began pounding excessively when she noticed two people close by.

Probably a couple. She thought, and it stung her pounding heart even more.

"Um, excuse me," a voice called out from behind Mary Fishley. She turned to see a guy in a twenty-first century attire ( not to brag).

"Do you where I can find the West?" the guy whose name she later found out to be David Victor asked with a raised eyebrow.

When she stated back at him confused he chuckled, realising what he said.

"Sorry, I meant, Mr. Dale West."

"No, not really . . . I'm kinda new here," Mary said.

"Great!" David said, smiling funnily. "Why?"

"Why else? So I can make a good first impression. Hola, señorita! I'm David. David Victor." He said wiggling his eyebrows. "Nice name, I'm Mary Fishley," Mary introduced.

They smiled at each other. Ok, This was a nice start, not exactly as bad as Mary has thought it'd be. Oh, wait!

Someone pushed past them, tripping Mary over and the idiot just walked past.

"Hey watch it!" David defended. He helped her up and the girl who shoved them outta her way turned and assault sashayed on.

"Uh, I believe I was talking to someone?" He said rolling his eyeballs round for emphasis but she chose to ignore him still. If she let this escalate more than this, Mary knew she was going to recruit an enemy and therefore said, "It's okay, just leave her alone."

Just then, another defender got up.

"Hey, Anne! Why don't you apologize to those people," Demi Inde asked as she rushed over to Anne and grabbed her wrist. Anne struggled, but realising that she wasn't getting out of this one she shouted.

"Leave me alone," she yelled, forming phony tears at the corner of her eyes.

"Not until you apologize first," Demi said, not  stressing on her grip anymore.

"Sorry losers . . ." Anne said and began to giggle and annoy a bunch of people.

Demi out of a fresh cost of rage managed to lightly trip Anne over and got satisfactory goggles from around her, then Anne began to fidget at her supposed fear of choking.

" . . . Look what you did now, " she snickered.

"There's no need for this crap, liar. Just get the hell up," Demi said. "I'm gonna choke on my own saliva," Anne said.

"I'm gonna choke on my own saliva. Ugh!" Demi mimicked, "Quit the act."

"Um . . . , there's no need. I'm alright. Thanks," Mary said, softly and shyly. She was having mixed feelings of happiness and fear that this girl called Demi had stood up for her. For her, that hardly happened. Or so she thought.

"Did you hear that?" Anne said, tenderly massaging her neck and picking up her pink purse. Demi was about to come at her before Mary stopped her.

"Please . . .just . . . Just leave her."

"Ok, fine, whatever," Demi said, glaring at Anne.

"Yes, go away . . . Or should I turn of the lights to make you," Anne said, making the whole area erupts into uniform gasps.

Demi felt got tears popping in her eyes as she speed walked out. She was really scared of the dark among other things she thought were so annoying and now that nimrod just picked on her with it.

Soon enough, Dr. Dre Ralph stepped into the hall auditorium - that was used for joint assemblies for general announcements - and a side sneaked in behind.

"James, you shouldn't be coming late for your therapy, it's messing up other people's schedules," he said.

"Sorry."

"Said you the last 86 times. New session, New changes," Dr. Ralph said with a smile, directing his second sentence to the congregation. "Yes sir!" They echoed.

Hardly any of those seated were above 22 - still teenagers in the eyes of their therapists. A section for the adults was just another one of many of Dale's plans.

"Excuse me Miss Demi? Where are you off to? I'm just about to start?"

"Um . . . I'm sorry but I need to use the bathroom," Demi said with a tired voice.

"Ok then, but hurry back," he said. The patients got all rowdy and the doctor tried to all them down.

"Late again huh?" Peter said, concentrating more on the paper, pencil and whatever he was drawing. "I don't even want to tell you my excuse," James replied.
"And I don't even wanna know," Peter laughed.

"Where's Demi?"

"Didn't you just see her leave?" "Wrong question. I meant what's up with her?" James asked.

"Ugh! That pink obsessed freak Anne, just pissed her off and used her fear as an advantage," Peter said irritatedly. "Poor thing. She was just fine at school."

"Yeah . . . Poor. . . thing. . . " a distracted James replied, causing Peter to roll his eyes overdramatically.

James was gracing his eyes at the effulgent goth who just walked in. The look of terror, shyness and likeness glistened in his eyes.

"Hello? Back to earth!" Peter said, snapping his fingers.

"Ok, I've put up with this noise enough, now shut the hell up will you? We can't move forward with all your clamouring, " the doctor said.

"Thank you," he said when they calmed down.

Dale walked in with his brother Vince West. "Good afternoon everyone. Welcome therapist Mr. Lincoln," Dale said, and a look of relief swept over Dre's face.

"Good luck getting to know us," Anne said.

"Oh that's not a problem. Trust me, we know you all and your fears," Vince said, instantly making her shut up. The glare he shot at her made her nervous and uneasy.

Also the way he had stressed the word fear, she knew she wasn't supposed to keep talking.

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