Rhianna
She lives in a fairy tale
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Facing Our Fears
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Rhianna
She lives in a fairy tale
The tall boy sighed to himself in an unknown defeat as he strode into a house that looked as if rainbows had thrown up inside it. "Great, a chick facility." he muttered under his breath, looking at the nervous mother's whose legs were shaking due to anxiety. He guessed that they were waiting for their sons or daughters to return back to them cured of their mental illness or problems, which is most cases, never happened. When he finally arrived at the front desk with a smug look plastered on his face, he was greeted by an attractive, plump looking woman who did her best to keep a smile on. He wondered if she secretly cried herself to sleep at night considering how alone she looked. By the look of her, he was probably right.
"Why hello there young man! How may I help you today?" she asked, her tone sweet and cheerful. It made him want to vomit all over the pale pink carpet that he was standing on. Trying his best to look as equally as excited as her, he began to grin from ear to ear. "Uh yes." he said in a fake, happy voice. "I signed up to take part in the group therapy sessions." he said to her, his fingers tapping on the counter impatiently. He wanted to wack her over the head with a wooden baseball bat. Killing nurses was wrong though...and illegal.
"Why hello there young man! How may I help you today?" she asked, her tone sweet and cheerful. It made him want to vomit all over the pale pink carpet that he was standing on. Trying his best to look as equally as excited as her, he began to grin from ear to ear. "Uh yes." he said in a fake, happy voice. "I signed up to take part in the group therapy sessions." he said to her, his fingers tapping on the counter impatiently. He wanted to wack her over the head with a wooden baseball bat. Killing nurses was wrong though...and illegal.
Breaking
Angels
Oliva walked down the streets and stopped in front of the door she was supposed to walk in trough. She sighted and pushed the door before she walked in and studied the room. She did not want to be here, but her one and only friend had insisted. He had told Olivia that it would be good for her to meet someone that had been trou some of the same things. Oliva was not glad for det idea, but she had agreed to do it, only because ut came from the only person in the world that cared a little about her. She studied all the other peoples in the room, thinking that everyone looked a little.. Special
Olivia walked over to the front desk and lent her elbow at the desk. "I signed up" she started "for a therapy group sessions" she continued and rolled her eyes. She studied the nurse behind the desk. Surprisingly the nurse was pretty, but also single. Or she act like a single, and did not have any rings or jewel is. The nurse gave her a room number and Olivia started slowly walking towards the room she had been told.
Olivia walked over to the front desk and lent her elbow at the desk. "I signed up" she started "for a therapy group sessions" she continued and rolled her eyes. She studied the nurse behind the desk. Surprisingly the nurse was pretty, but also single. Or she act like a single, and did not have any rings or jewel is. The nurse gave her a room number and Olivia started slowly walking towards the room she had been told.
Rhianna
She lives in a fairy tale
The nurse looked at him with a playful stare, catching onto his crass behavior. "Alright, uh, Alexander Bailey." she said slowly, picking up her glasses to read his name off the paper more clearly. 'Does it really take this long to pronounce a name?' Al let out an irritated breath, ripping the card out of her hand. "I got it lady." he said to her rudely, turning his back towards her now to walk to the therapy room. He rolled his eyes at everything he saw on his way there, pretending not to give a damn about anyone or anything. He wouldn't speak about his abuse to anyone before this day, not even to the cops to came to his house when his dad beat the Hell out of his mom. He thought today would be the day where this all changed.
He walked until he found the correct room number, "103". Frowning to himself, he casually entered the scene; not bothering to look at anyone when he did this.
He walked until he found the correct room number, "103". Frowning to himself, he casually entered the scene; not bothering to look at anyone when he did this.
Breaking
Angels
Olivia walked through the corridor, with a small hope that she got the wrong room number or she had been told the wrong way to the room. Now she understood why she had not told anyone about her problems,because they would talk her into go to therapy sessions. She could not realize why she said yes. Olivia did not like to talk to people, and there was nothing she hated more than being with people who complained about their life. She was not very supportive. Strangers often described her as cold, and emotionless. Olivia understood why they did that, it was the way she tried to behave, and she loved that other people also thought the same.
Suddenly she stopped in front of a new door. "room 103, here I come" she mumbled and opened the door before she walked almost invisible in and sat down. She did not want anybody to notice her.
Suddenly she stopped in front of a new door. "room 103, here I come" she mumbled and opened the door before she walked almost invisible in and sat down. She did not want anybody to notice her.
