My hands played with the paper weight out of boredom. Hearing the same lines everyday from my therapist, Hailey Jacobson for three years has almost made me memorize them. The worst irony however was that it never made me feel any less better.

Saying things like, "It's gonna be okay.", "You'll do just fine.", "Tomorrow will be much more refined." or "You can do it." hasn't actually helped me. They've never healed my burned scars.

"Hailey," I started, interrupting her in mid sentence. "I understand your concern that voicing out my thoughts will make me feel better but... it doesn't work out for everyone. Sometimes, a person doesn't need to talk about their problems, all they want is to release them." I looked at her with an impassive expression.

Hailey took a sharp intake of breath. She's a really beautiful woman in her early thirties. The sun rays falling on her face made her dark skin look even more ethereal. "What do you mean, Serenity?"

"You see, that's where the problem lies. I'd much rather prefer to be called Calamity. And what I mean is, I'm cancelling our sessions beginning today," I said, picking my nails. "I can't do this anymore. The only thing that remotely helps me is kickboxing. Sorry." With that said, I stood up to leave.

"Wait up, Ser!" She called out to me from her position on the simple, wooden chair adjacent to the huge French window. Only she has the guts to call me that apart from my family and friends. She knew that she caught my attention because I stopped short beside the small couch opposite her. "You need this. You need help. You're to work-"

I turned around abruptly and banged my fist on the oak table. The sound resonating through the walls calmed me a cent down.

"No, I don't. Or maybe, I do but the truth is he needs it more than I do!" I seethed. "This session is over. And one more thing, you don't have to worry about me anymore," I told her before storming out of the room.

Therapy might have healed many people but it has never to me. Maybe, I didn't want to be. Not unless I meet the man who broke me.

My heeled combat boots clanked against the pavement as I headed towards my house. With my hands tightly shoved in the pockets, I kicked some pebbles strewn around. My phone vibrated against my hand, indicating that I received a message.

Quickly pulling it out, I saw that I was added in a group on Distap. It was named "Coachella". I just rolled my eyes and opened the chat. It was created by my best friend, Destiny but there were few other members added by her boyfriend, Ashton. There were about eight of us in the group. I could tell that they were all jocks.

I was just scrolling through the group chats when someone's message caught my eyes.

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What the hell is this?

I don't know who it was because they didn't have any profile name or picture, making me furrow my brows.

'Do I even know him?' I couldn't say because the only names I have saved in my contacts are Destiny and Ashton.

"What the hell is this?" I spoke his question aloud with a smirk. "Just the group name would suffice your last two brain cells," I mumbled to myself but the whoosh sound broke me out of my reverie. My eyes widened when I glanced down at the phone in my hand.

I muttered a curse word under my breath because I realized that I'd absent-mindedly typed out the whole thing. Not only that but I literally sent it as well.

Not even a second passed when I received a personal message from an unknown number.

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Please don't get into my head and count my brain cells next time cause there's too many to count and you're bad at math.

I know that I shouldn't have but a laugh bubbled up my throat. "Interesting," I whispered.

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Word count: 677

Hey, everyone so I've written this book for ONC this year and I'm really excited with the plot that I've come up with hehe.

Main Prompt: #73 - In a group chat, you reply to a message that was not aimed at you and yet you inadvertently start something new with your crush.

Along with: #4 - You're a weapon and weapons don't weep.

Oh, and before anything else Distap is a fictional app :)