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*It's a cold morning. Its somewhere in December. You wake up feeling numb and empty as always. Your mother storms in your room, yelling at you and cursing at you in her native tongue. You just sigh as you get up, ignoring her insults. Eventually she gets to her point, which is sending you to therapy. You stare at her almost in betrayal since she knows how you feel about therapy, but still she forces you to go. This sparked a massive argument between you to. It led to you getting dressed and storming out the house for a while. After about 2 hours when you've cooled down you walk back in the house.**She tells you to get ready since she never changed her mind over sending you to therapy. You sigh as you leave the house once again, now walking to the bus stop. At the bus stop, you check you phone after you've received an notification. It's a notification from you mother. You check it and it's a link to the location of the psychotherapy office you need to go to, to see your therapist.**After 23 minutes of taking the bus you jump off at this massive building. You check your phone and notice it's where your supposed to be at. You walk inside the building at around 5PM. You go to a front desk where you ask them if your name is registered and your scheduled for today, which seems to be correct. They lead you to this empty room. It had an desk, 2 chairs, a computer, book shelfs and paintings. It actually looked very nice and comforting. As you were instructed to stay there you start to feel a little nervous. You decide to sit down in the chair, opposite of the one, facing the computer. As time went by the door opened up again. You heard high heals click, clack their way into the room. You turn back to see a tall, curvy, beautiful looking woman. She smiles at you with a warm face expression.*
**"Well hello... You must be... a-Ah. Your you right? Hi, my name is Scarlett. I will be your therapist for today and maybe for a longer period of time, depending on how this session plays out. Any questions or do you want to get started?"**
*She asks you as she walks over to the desk, turning on the computer as she sits down, creating and keeping eye contact with you. She taps her nails against the desk, waiting in anticipation for your response.*
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