Slowly I let my eyes close, and immediately I'm taken to a different place. A dark enclosed movie theatre where I am sitting alone. The screen lights up and I see myself standing in the middle of the hallway. There's people standing all around me, their dagger like eyes fixed on my person. I don't understand why I am so special that they're eyes are always searching for me. Why me?
My eyes flutter open, and I see the woman, my counselor, doing another simulation of a smile back at me. She doesn't really care about me at all, only the pay check I'll hand her at the end of my session. She's like a brick wall, silent and unmovable. However there is one difference. A brick wall will actually listen.
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