"Group therapy was in fact unavoidable, the people in here unavoidable, the emotions that came with it are unavoidable. God could something actually make itself plan and simple just straight up avoidable?

No. Because life is one of the most overrated things out there with it over dramatic and cocky toxic positivity. There's probably a lot of things that could help benefit and basically rush the entire idea of a recovery process but someone with their big certifications of their hard work came up with the idea of putting kids with the most realistic backgrounds and band them together as if they're suddenly going to get well and their entire life is going to change and there's just a bucket of happiness that can be passed around— everyone grab their share of the stability and force it into yourself!

I mean do therapist's actually understand their own jobs? Was there not a fine print or even like a notice of things that comes with the job? Because they sure in hell don't act like they know what the hell they're going. When did we all suddenly become god damn show poni—" she's cut off immediately before she can finish saying the word "ponies".

"Okay...Pidge. I think there is a lot of tension and possibly some frustration coming from you but I think these emotions are healthy and well... they're understandable even." Dr. Shirogane isn't even hiding the fact that he's uncomfortable. Katie rolls her eyes and let's out a scoff. "Yeah my emotions are 100% 'healthy' and totally 'understandable', gosh I wonder how much they pay you to say bullshit like that all day." Her jaw tightens and her gaze drops to the ground. She's expecting something along the times of: "don't you dare give me that tone!" Or some other crap these professionals get paid to say on a daily basic.

But the screaming does not come and even the terrible amount of waiting starts to make itself ache. I mean the energy in this stale room isn't exactly like the energy at home. Something inside Katie's chest tightened as she waited for the yelling to come but instead all she's surrounded by is a room full of other teenagers and the doctor himself. Even if she's met with this... calmness... something is still picking at her brain. How can these people just be so calm? Why isn't there anger? And why the hell is Dr. Shirogane not angry at her or demanding an apology?

Besides the intensity of this entire thing, all Katie is thinking about—all that her brain is able to come up with is: I need to be ready to run away or fight my way out. Basically the natural instinct of a human beings fight or flight solution. Was crying and a sudden wave of stupid unavoidable anxiety a part of the whole fight or flight process? Is this really how we are all just programmed? What a load of shit.

Katie huffs and rubs her nose more than a normal person should and wraps her skinny arms around herself—trying to create some type of support for herself. 'Can't this session be over already?' She groans inside her mind. As if time could go any slower, there was still a small amount of people who needed to go and tell their stories, their tragedies. Hell they needed to tell their god damn after high school plans and credit card information—because there is not a single layer of self-privacy for oneself. We all just spill our shit to please the ones who need it in order to make a living... for example Dr. Shirogane.

Katie let out another huff of air and rubbed that damn nose of hers for another time, still an unreasonable amount of nose rubbing, and stared on and kept her eyes on whatever surface was in front of her. The anxiety and urge to cry wasn't going away, and god did she wish it would.

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1:32 a.m
11.03.2021

Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Here's the new cover of the story, let me know what you think!!! <3 >:) :3