REALISATION

"Two words! Therapy sucks!" Kat yelled as she stormed into the room, slamming the door open.

She threw her backpack on the floor.

"I mean, I like Dr Vega, I really do. She seems like a nice lady and she always wears the coolest pants

suits but all that talk about my 'unspoken' feelings and my ‘stored up anger’ and finding 'healthy'

outlets and - what's wrong with you?" Kate stopped ranting when she saw me on the floor, sitting

with my legs pulled up to my chest.

I gulped when I looked up at her.

"Close the door." I whispered.

She closed the door behind her and looked at me in confusion

"You're not having some weird PTSD reaction to your attack, are you?" She asked bluntly.

I looked at her.

Wasn't therapy supposed to be making her more empathetic?

"Because that's ridiculous. You do know they're like six ripped soldiers out there standing guard for

you, right?"

She didn't even stop to listen to me before she continued speaking.

"You will not believe how everyone at school was talking