Post by Petra Davis-Shelley on Mar 23, 2016 8:35:54 GMT -6
The girl had mixed feelings about therapy. She knew she had to do it. But she always hated to open up. But she had to do it. She nervously stood before the door, staring at it as her head twitched akwardly to the side every couple seconds. The sweat on her head glistened in the light, a shaky hand lifting to gently tap at the door. Part of her wanted to turn and run, but she forced herself not to, pressing her hand to the door frame to keep herself up right.