Just pretend..

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TRGGER WARNINGS

Self harm, suicide, death, etc basically everything depressing 

LLOYD P. O. V

I entered the building, and made my way up the stairs to the second floor. I wasn't going to take the elevator. No way. I didn't like being trapped. With every step up the stairs my heart raced faster and faster. My breath quickened. I tried to relax and take deep breaths.

You will be fine. I reasoned with myself as I entered the second floor and made my way across to the door of my therapist. Across it was a sign that read. "Ninjago therapy and counselling services."

Here it goes.

I opened the door and stepped inside, I was instantly greeted by the warm and welcoming receptionist.

"Hello Lloyd! How are you?" she asked kindly.

"I'm alright." I said politely with a nervous smile. I stood around awkwardly. Feeling the knot of anxiety in my stomach tighten. It was a very small waiting room. Thankfully I was the only one there. There were a few seats behind me. But I wasn't sure if I should sit down or not as I could be called any moment. The receptionist noticed I was still waiting.

"Take a seat, Jason will be with you shortly." She said kindly.

I sat down and fiddled my hands nervously staring at them intensely. Then around the room. There was signs about "No abuse tolerance" And there was another sign reading the the place was safe for people who were LGBT+

At least they aren't homophobic here.

About a minute passed and Jason walked into the reception area. He smiled at me.

"Hello Lloyd. Come in." he said calmly.

I followed him down the short hallway to the room where our appointments took place. I felt a little calmer already. The room had a nice feel to it. There was a small bookshelf with a couple of books, three comfy chairs, pictures on the walls, one of the beach, and another of some mountains, which both gave off a very peaceful vibe. There was a small coffee table in one corner of the room near the chairs, and upon it was a jug of water and a box of tissues.

"Take a seat." Jason said, gesturing to one of the chairs.

I sat down, and Jason took a seat up opposite to me.

"So, how are you?" he asked kindly.

"Okay I guess.." I said. "I went to see a movie today." And I nearly cut myself last night.

"Oh yeah? What movie was that?" Jason asked. He seemed genuinely interested.

"Well, the latest Fritz Donnegan movie, they are my favorite movie franchise. Kai came and saw it with me, then we got an ice cream." I said.

"That's nice! My daughter loves those movies! Sounds like you had a good day! This Kai is your friend that came with you on your first appointment?"

"Yeah, we basically live together, so we actually see each other all the time." I laughed slightly. "He's like, my best friend, so yeah it was good."

Except he should hate me. My chest tightened. I took a deep breath and let out a sigh.

Jason looked at me questioningly. "Your face says otherwise. Something not so good happened?"

I felt tears welling up. I couldn't even be here for five minutes before crying. Jason always spoke in a voice that was so genuine and kind, and non judging. It's what made me feel like I could pour out my heart to him. But I was struggling to put my thoughts together to explain.

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