❝𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴, 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.❞
conflicting, that was all to say about this tale...
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𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓.
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IF YOU'RE SENSITIVE TO SEXUAL ASSAULT, PLEASE DON'T READ THIS CHAPTER IF YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH IT.
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You were currently occupying Eren's bathroom, thoughts clouding your mind as you were reminiscing about your past. You wanted to get a therapist but you felt as if they wouldn't help the past actions of the man who hurt you and scarred trauma into the depths of your mind. Therapist to you were people who would gain every sample of information you provided them, silently judging you, waiting for the session to be over, so they could get your corrupted self out of the office they called their own.
You used to have one that you trusted, but she left, leaving your issues swirling into your mind, flooding your brain with toxic thoughts getting ready to burst. You trusted her deeply, so having another one didn't sit well with you. The same barrier of trust you had for your first therapist was never going to be achieved again with another. So you felt stuck, you wanted to get help again but trusting was so hard especially if it was a mere stranger.
You felt strangers, that your friends and family didn't know, hard to trust. Trust is hard to gain, especially when they're at the bottom of the building whilst you're at the top level. They haven't got a clue nor idea of the pain you have endured, so when they do get close to you, you're unlocking a chest buried in the depths of your mind, handing them the information, not knowing whether or not they'll protect your secret or spill it. There's no in-between.
